Touch down and take off

So I have now returned from Montreal a little less than a week ago and I leave for Greece tomorrow morning and I will be flying for something crazy like 11 hours??

My decision to go to Montreal for the amount of time that I did was one of the best decisions I could have made. I had the most fun out there meeting my brother’s girlfriend, Kristy and the rest of his friends. I also got to spend a lot of time with Mulli and meeting her friends was also refreshing and new. I teared up as Jay and I hugged goodbye at the airport. I’m going to miss him… a lot.

I want to thank both Jay and Kristy for taking me under their wings in making sure I was safe and having fun. You guys were awesome!

About a week ago I danced on a bridge in Montreal and then I came home and wrote about it the next morning. So I want to share that:

Me & The Bridge

Last night I danced on a bridge.
The streets were wet from the rain that poured down earlier that night.

It was only me out there on that bridge. Me and my Discman.
Cars drove by, sure, but who are those faceless cars to me?

The bridge took me past the factory and over the desolate train tracks.
I smiled and jumped in circles with my arms spread out before me.
I was free.
Free from judgment and strange looks.
It was a good song and I wanted to dance.

Scattered throughout the city were church tops and bus stops and church peaks,
and steeples and domes.

Downtown stood off in the distance with its glorious buildings made of stone, glass and concrete. The windows had lights beaming out of them.

Random strobe lights from the tall downtown buildings shone out, circling light onto the city below.

The air was misty and foggy.

The music was pumping through my headphones.
And I danced.
And I sang.

Just me and the bridge.