I enter my new home and promptly
mark my territory. I can hardly wait—not
to relieve myself, but to start my life once again as a Montrealer. My dream of returning began before I left the first time--over 2 decades
ago at the end of my studies at McGill University. Each
year, I would make my pilgrimage back to La Belle Province, filling up with
bagels and chaussons aux pommes. Each
year, I would lament, “Why am I not living here?”
Two years, ago, I chanced
upon a new condo development. I walked
in to the site office and came out a homeowner-to-be. Many
go on shopping sprees in Montreal. I
just spent a bit more than most.
I wait—the delays were
excruciating. April 30 finally arrives, the
day I am to take possession of my new home.
With two suitcases and my little Brompton, I arrive at my new home in
Old Montreal.
I explore my new
neighbourhood. Christian Fauré, a MOF
designated patissier, is just down the street.
“Two Piano 4 Hands” is playing at Centaur Theatre, just a short block
away. Notre Dame basilica is just across
the square. I am going to love it here.
I could have continued
living in Toronto and would have been content.
But when possible, why not try to make wishes come true?
When life permits, follow
one’s heart.
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