Last Day in Montreal...
So, this is it.
I've run out of time here...I leave in the morning. I feel like so far I haven't really allowed myself to feel too much. I'm afraid of how much I'm going to feel tomorrow when the city, my friends, my life for the past five years, are behind me. Sunday I'm moving into the apartment that I've never seen in the town where I've barely spent any time, and I'm starting to get nervous. I'm starting to get really nervous about school...but I think it's all because I don't know what to expect.
Just a little more packing to do...we'll finish up the kitchen this morning and that will be it. My mum got here yesterday morning (and somehow I was out of bed and as cheery as possible considering I hadn't gone to bed until 5am...trying to enjoy every last second). We packed and cleaned and ran errands all day yesterday until we ran out of energy (it takes my mum a long time to run out of energy!). Had dinner with the Gay Husband (who my mum somehow hadn't met before). Came home and crashed.
So today: finish the kitchen, go downtown for a little while, and then dinner tonight with my mum and a bunch of my friends...and I'm entertaining the idea of going out tonight, because, well...I might as well. Being tired tomorrow would be worth the time I got to spend with friends today.
For now I'm breathing and holding back the tears.