And the well wishes for monogamy continue...
Since finding out that I'm moving to Montreal, at least 10 people have, in one way or another, suggested that this city will provide me with the one thing that really matters: a man. My one and only. Someone to fall in love with and then my life will be complete and my Montreal story will be even sweeter.
This implies a few things: I want said treasure. I have been "missing" or "without" said treasure here in Cambridge. I value what they value.
But here's the thing. I'm still Mandy. And I'll undoubtedly be even more of myself when I move to a city filled with incredible energy and culture and clubs and beautiful people.
Why on earth would I go to a city like Montreal and THEN decide to "settle down" and settle for one when my options there will far surpass what I have here in both numbers and variety.
If anything, I will be even more in my glory in Montreal.
If you really want to send me off with well wishes, have them be that I find all the best clubs filled with all the best dancers and all the best kissers.
That every date takes me to an amazing restaurant I've never been to.
That I connect with countless kindred spirits everywhere I go.
That at least a few of them can cook like a boss and will be happy to feed me on the regular.
That my new winter coat and boots are keeping me toasty.
That I line up with the perfect job right away.
That I get to move off my daughter's couch lickity split.
That I'll become known at the Montreal cat lady and all the street kitties will follow me everywhere I go.
That my heart is happy.
That Montreal will feel like home.
That I'll see this as the best thing I've ever done.
Because those are the things I wish for.
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