I'll forever be grateful to my friend at the time - The very first independent companion I had ever met. When I called her up and explained my qualms with working as part of my current agency, she immediately set up a meeting for me to visit the private condo she rented from other providers. I got ready on the day of our rendez-vous, and took the subway over to the downtown pad. In front of the building's front door, I looked up at the top of the skyscraper. I loved it already... The door of the unit opened to reveal my friend as well as a gorgeous view of Mont-Royal. The city shimmered below us, gleaming with possibilities. I sat down, readjusting my dress. The questions I had held on the top of my tongue rolled out of my mouth like an avalanche. I was curious about everything. I wanted to know how to ensure my personal safety, logistics of where to meet prospective guests, how to dress for an appointment... The list was endless! For the first hour we discussed getting starte...
My steps lead me back down Montreal's green little alleyways for the summer. The last of my furniture was in my old room, overlooking Parc Lafontaine. It felt comfortable yet foreign. I hadn't laid foot in it since over six months ago. One by one, I reunited with memories. An ice cream cone wrapper. A quirky post card. A note to myself on a public transit ticket from another city. "Don't Panic" - I was reading the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy at the time, and used it as a bookmark. Two of my bikes were waiting, with a bunch of old running shoes and piles of books. I started packing boxes. I moved to Vancouver almost a year ago, but I don't think Montreal will ever stop feeling like home. A friend and I went to Kem CoBa for the first time this year. Their daily soft serve was a swirl of Dulce de Leche ice cream and Pear sorbet. I ate it first, and followed it with gnocchi in homemade tomato sauce sprinkled with freshly grated cheese from la Dro...
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