Until very recently, I never considered moving out of Montreal. Why would I, it’s an amazing city. It’s got a ton of great restaurants, it’s multi cultural, its bilingual, it has tons of events, shows and parks, my family is here, my friends are here (or close), it’s got an underground city, public transportation, good schools and universities, amazing fireworks in the summer, amusement and water parks, not to mention the laurentians are close by. We have escape rooms, theatres, bars, museums, beautiful architecture, a renown circus, bowling alleys, pool halls, dance clubs, great music, festivals, a mountain with a view, sledding, cross country skiing, fashion, an art world, health care and services, my children’s childhood and friends, docks, an insectarium, a science center, a planetarium, huge libraries, history, and lots of future potential. So again I ask, why would I ever leave?
Because of the mother f-ing weather, that’s why.
Depression
Uneven
The medium to which I like to express myself changes from time to time
Revolving around the same elements.
Paint, camera, pen
Currently I’m in the pen stage.
I have been writing lots, but barely
Snippets really, yet there is no content
I am unfocused and it is deafening
Thoughts
They are random, and jumbled
Yet some clear as day
Fleeting, pointless and at times difficult
I have been numb, lethargic, and out of focus
Feeling like I should be happier, but also sadder
I am a scrambled egg, broken yet whole
I am a blank page and the resume on the back
I am a boulder in the middle of rapids
I am where I should be after many wrong turns
I am wearing pyjamas with running shoes
ready to rest, and ready to run
I am drawn by the light in the dark
I feel found and lost
I’m making plans, but not too far in advance
I am exhausted but I make myself stay awake
I feel both too young and too old
I am overwhelmed by the weight of responsibility
It is both too much, and not enough
I am a branch, among many
Strong and Brittle
I am reaching out while disconnecting
I am …. detached and uneven