It’s so strange to be in Montréal. This is the city where I grew up, became myself. This is the city where everything happened. No place ever will mean as much.
Everywhere I go in this city I remember being young and dreaming and making plans for how I wanted my life to turn out. And now I’m here and I know how it turned out. It’s as if I finished the book I started reading 18 years ago and I know how it ends. I keep having this feeling that I need to go back to my old apartment and find my young self and give her the answers to her questions and tell her how it all worked out.
And now I’m starting a new book and once again wondering how it will all turn out.
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