July
It was a good month. I've spent a little over 30 days in Montreal, the longest stretch of visit since moving nearly 3 years ago. It doesn't feel that long, but it is. There are new buildings near my old theatre, new restaurants up Saint-Laurent, there are new local comedians I've never met before, but the romance that city encapsulates is as strong as ever. I fell in love 3 times, and reveled in the beautiful memories I carry with me. The apartment on Saint-Urbain, the bagels, the risks I once took in the name of love on the streets of NDG and the small couch at Theatre Sainte-Catherine that I briefly napped on all brought me right back to the heart of it. That city is special. I spent a few conversations comparing Toronto to Montreal in the last week, and still kind of can't believe I'll be returning to Ontario shortly. I keep describing Montreal as the place where people can discover themselves, their voices and their uniqueness, and Toronto as the plac