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Une p'tite note d'amour pour ma ville adoptive (part 3 of 3)
July 19, 2009
I arrive to Montréal late afternoon, flying in from Wichita, after spending a few days in New York City. I don’t know a single person in the city, I don’t speak a word of French, I have no wifi, just the will to completely reinvent myself. All I knew was that I wanted to spend my 30th birthday in a new place, with new people, speaking a new language. So I did.
I can hardly go anywhere without seeing someone I know, I do pretty well in French, I’m deeply in love with my partner and cats, have a solid base of friends and people I consider my adopted family. This city called me here. Ten years later, I still have that will to reinvent myself, but no longer the urge to get away.
Je suis tombée en amour avec la ville, avec toi, et la personne que je suis devenue ici.