I feel a permanant lump in my throat at the thought of leaving Montreal. I know I have to, I know I want the next adventure but leaving Quebec is hard.
I identify so much with the french canadian culture - the music, the people, the arts, the way of life.
It is has become a part of me.
It is me.
My farewell did nothing but confirm my great love for this place, and how it pulls at my heart strings to leave.
Some of my stronest frienships have been formed here, some of my fondest memories are within this strange province which one day hopes to be its own country (if you talk to the Quebec fundamentalists anyway).
Luckily my closest friends popped over unexpectedly last night with some special memories for me - a Caanadian Roots bag, a Canada neck chain, traditional maple syrup, a HUGE Canadian flag and the most special - a live quebecois music double CD. Sentimental presents that I will have forever from people I have grown to deeply love.
btw if you have not yet discovered Quebecois music - you are simply missing out.
2 Comments:
It is funny how a place can become such a big part of someone's identity. I fell you.
It shapes you, and somewhere along the way without you realising it, it has become a part of who you are.
And you are not quite sure when that phenomena took place..
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