ONE MORE SLEEP until Montreal. Can you believe it?
It's my last full day in Ontario and it will be overflowing with love and visits from the ones who love me the most.
I fell asleep and woke up happy.
I fucking made it.
I made it to this point despite my initial resistance to moving, despite repeated let downs and failed friendships and realizing who is and isn't there for me and whose words and intentions were sincere, despite many changes of plans and a wild roller coaster of emotions, despite a horrible virus and a lost purse, despite inadequate sleeps and one hell of a holiday, despite a broken heart and not nearly enough hydro massages to help me through it all.
But here I lay comfy in my own bed with kitties by my side, feeling grateful for the bed that will soon be a couch. Grateful for the home that will no longer be my own. Grateful for the silence. The peace. The life I've always known.
I know that Montreal will fit me like a glove. That's never been the concern.
It was the process of getting from "I'm never leaving" to "I'm ready to go" that was the challenge.
It was both an internal and an external feat that changed from day to day.
I'm still not sad to go though.
Maybe I'll feel the feels today or tomorrow or once I've landed and experience a hearty dose of "What the fuck did I just do?", but for now I just feel grateful to have made it through the past two months and to be nearing the finish line of this particular chapter.
I'll be leaving Ontario with less friends and deeper friendships, three kitties and a heart full of love, pride in the life I created in Cambridge, and trust that I'll do amazing in Montreal.
It's gonna be a good last day.
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