Home again

Yesterday the computer ate my post when I tried to spell check. And the font is really big. And I miss Montreal. I miss it so much, and that is what my last post was about but it was eaten and now I can't be bothered to rant about things like that again.

The gist of the thing, and it was much more eloquent last night after two glasses of wine, is that I don't think I can leave it. I miss everyone so much already, and knowing that I can live on the cheap... I don't care what I have to do, I just don't want to leave. Suddenly it is home.

This city is making me strange, restless... I can't bear to think of coming back here for good. The people here don't know me like my Montreal contingent. There I am free from the past, free from what I'm expected to be. This city stiffles me, I can feel it turning me back again already. Back into something I'm not.

I have to go, I can't even articulate my thoughts here, it must be the warm weather.