Montreal Hits Rock-Bottom
I was going to write a huge rant on Montreal and how sick I am of its daily insults when I thought better. Why? Because, well, to be vague and a tad cheesy: no place is perfect and yet there is no place like home.
I have lived for 27 years in Montreal – most of my life – and have always professed my love and enthusiasm for it. I even used to go as far as defending it heatedly in banterous discussions with my friends. Mostly friends who did not grow up in Montreal. Now I know they knew what they were talking about. Because I have hit ROCK BOTTOM with this city.
Late 2010 I started thinking it then I started saying it more and more…the unthinkable: “I’m sick of Montreal.” My friends were pleasingly shocked and gave me the “I told you so!” face. Oh God.
Ok, I don’t want this post to turn into that furious rant on Montreal because I know…I know I’ll always love it, even with its headache-inducing flaws. I know I don’t want to say all those mean things about Montreal. I know it has harsh winters, I know the roads and unions insult the intelligence of its citizens that technically own these roads, I know Montrealers are confrontational, provocative and racist at times, but I won’t mention it. I’m just sad the whole city disappoints.
Like Ariel in the Little Mermaid (don’t ask, I’m not in a normal state of mind right now lol), who wanted to explore a whole new world, I am finally ready to leave, explore and live in another city. One day I might return to Montreal, but for now: I’ve had enough, merci infiniment.
Wish me luck! dxxx
When’s it my turn?
Wouldn’t I love
Love to explore that shore above?
Out of the sea
Wish I could be
Part of that world