Since my trip to Spain last year…
Since tearing myself away from the Barcelona airport felt like tearing a new born child from its’ loving mother’s arms…
Since I had to drink myself into submission on the plane to stop myself from shreiking
“NO! Please don’t make me leave! I’m begging you please! What children? Send for the children! This is my home!”…
Since the winters in Montréal have taken it upon themselves to last from September to late April and sometimes into June…uly…
Since I noticed that the cost of living here has quadrupled six times in the last 10 years but the pay stays the same…
Since my children and I don’t seem to be thriving well in this dark, cold, negative, materialistic yet poverty ridden environment…
Since my California dreams were so brutally crushed…
We’re moving to Europe.
I don’t know how exactly but that’s what’s going to happen. With my stinking drooling dog as my witness, I am NOT spending another winter in the godforsaken hell hole.
What?
Jen! Seriously?
But Montréal has the best bagels on earth!
Hmmmm… Bagels or Tapas and Sangria in Spain… think think think…
But Montréal has the best smoked meat in the world.
But Montréal winters are so romantic.
Romantic is what I call it, over the shriek of my daughter’s voice as she chatters through blue quivering lips from the bathtub.
“Somebody please boil me some more water!”
Metro Gas disconnected us two weeks ago for being two weeks late on the bill. Apparently they’re aren’t legally obligated to give a shit standing in feet of snow to turn the meter off.
“somebody… please?” she squeaks
But Montréal is the most liberal city in North America.
William Lyon Mackenzie King…Jean Chrétien …Pierre Trudeau…
But Montréal has the sexiest chicks in North America
Oh… is that what you mean by liberal?
Well it’ll give me something to dream about as I picnic under the moonlight on the artist’s bridge in Paris. Surely somebody in France has some syphilis they’re willing to share.
But Montréal hockey…
er… the Mafia?
It was 22 degrees in Italy today.
Look, I’m not saying Montréal is a hell hole or anything. Oh wait. I did say that didn’t I…
I’m sorry.
Montréal has all kinds of great things about it, it really does. The bagels, the festivals, unicyclists in jester hats, the Santa day parade in front of Super Sex, medievalist mountain jousters, topless breakfasts…
It’s just that the novelty has kind of worn off for me and I hear sunshine and beaches calling my name.
Backyards with real grass in them…
Summers that last more than 3 weeks…
I’m tossing around the idea of France or Spain but I’m open to suggestion and on my way to the consulate this week to find out who I have to service to get some papers drawn up. There’s plenty of room in the caravan if anybody wants to come.
We’re leaving June 31st 2012.
Any takers?
Let me know. I’ll be home all day, boiling myself a bath, one kettle at a time.
-if there was a 31st of June i’d be with you!-hell, just might anyways!
: )
ugh…I SO hear you. this city has so little going for it these days. And you forgot to mention the job market sux :-/