Katie Leggitt

I have these little moments from time to time where my inner voice is like "you are here."  As if a giant arrow pokes through my head and points directly at the CN tower, reminding me I've made it.  "Arrived.  Exit- on the left." I went on a date today (FINALLY am I right?!) and as I talked about my transition to this new city, it felt like I was describing something that happened years ago.  But it's only been a few months.  I've only been here for two and a half months. I landed at my aunt's house.  A bold and beautiful woman, she took me in as I got settled.  We spent many hours chatting over coffee in her kitchen, and I soaked up her wisdom and kindness, knowing that each moment was important.  Each moment I spent listening, sipping Maxwell House coffee and eating peanut butter toast, it mattered. I relaxed. Montreal Katie would have been worried about the next couple of hours, the next couple of minutes, the very seconds that were disapp

The year is 2004. I'm 22, and working at the flagship Levis store in the Montreal Eaton Centre.  It's summer, and I'm a broke student.  The Parisians would come in and order their cinq-cens-uns, or say-son-euh, depending on how lazy their mouths felt at the moment of the request. I had probably the most unpleasant boss I have ever encountered.  He definitely ran a tight ship, but I quit when he wouldn't let me have the weekend off so I could go to a family reunion.  God I miss getting a 50% discount on Levis... They make my butt look so good. I'm slim, because I'm on my feet all day and barely making ends meet. My cupboards are empty.  I'm wearing shirts that expose my midriff and low-rise flared jeans.  I'm listening to Black Eyed Peas and discovering the club scene for the first time in my life. I felt good.  I remember being coached on how to pick up at Sir Winston Churchill's pub.  Other than "picking a guy and going after him," y