Question: What is true-er than truth?
Answer: …the story.
I believe that wholeheartedly. [I learned that phrasing, *shock*, in a TED Talk.]
The “truth” (or the facts, or the observations, or the objective account) would be that I have a French Course booked, a flight itinerary, and a rough plan to head to Eastern Canada for a significant portion of my summer. The “truth” is that tonight is my last night in Calgary, after that it’s the ‘shoe for a night, and then a family send-off at the airport.
The “story”, as we get more subjective, and more into what matters… is that I feel like I’m right at the dawn of a big, and just-familiar-enough, adventure. I get to excercise my language muscles, meet new people, discover more about one of my truly favourite places on earth, and just live life in ‘getaway’ mode. I get to speak with broken language skills while taking my dance moves to dance floors with my own unique brand of coordination.
I’m feeling excited, nervous, and unprepared in equal measure.
I’m also done trying to explain what seems like a lustful relationship I’ve formed with Montreal. I don’t expect anyone to understand, and for those who do, I invite them to come along for a re-charge and fireworks show extraordinaire (or two).
SO. It begins.
The bag gets packed…
…which in itself isn’t so exciting, but the bigger broader tale that starts with that “the bag gets packed” for me is SO exciting, I can’t really contain myself.
Je reviens a Montreal. (back in a month!!)