This right here is a perfect Sunday morning. The sun is streaming through my windows, melting the dusting of snow outside, and landing in a perfect square on my duvet. I woke to no alarm, except for the morning light. Now I'm sipping a breakfast protein shake (hmm, that doesn't sound quite so romantic) and lazily cruising the world wide web.

What I did wake up to this morning was the sound of people having sex through the walls of my apartment. I'm always unsure how I'm supposed to feel when I hear people having sex. Amusement? Irritation? Turned on? I feel a mix of these three. And it makes me wonder about all the people who have heard me having sex. Weird.

I'm savoring this moment in bed because today is going to be a jumble of packing, cleaning, packing, and laundrying. I'm leaving Montreal in exactly a week today. So much to be done. I feel a bit melancholy, I wish I never had to leave anything behind. I love this city, this apartment, these people. But guaranteed, I will be back to visit definitely this summer and probably before. There is no period at the end of this sentence, it's more of an ellipses... (Yes I totally stole that line from Garden State!)

Labels: montreal, moving

posted by Maresa @ 10:47 AM