I did not dream of leaving Cambridge. I did not dream of moving to Montreal. I did not dream of learning a second language (least of all, French).
But here I am riding the wave of my new life as best as I can, and hopefully becoming more of who I am in the process.
I don't yet know the bigger reason behind life pushing / bringing me here, nor do I know what shape I want to create while I'm living in Montreal. But maybe it's just a matter of time coupled with an organic unfolding before my next evolution reveals itself.
Some days I'm so sad over the beautiful life I left behind. The entirety of it; not the people and the city specifically. Other days I'm terrified of where I've landed because I don't even know where I'm going.
I'm not yet firmly planted, but my toes are in the ground.
And then of course there are the days (many days) where I'm so excited for what's to come and I'm in love with all the life and beauty that surrounds me here in Montreal.
Today is one of those days.
Today I feel a sense of things taking shape and a belief that everything will be okay, even if I don't yet know what I'm aiming for here.
And one day, some day, this new life will be fully formed and I'll look back with pride at how well I rode the sweet wave that I'm on.
With love / Avec amour,
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