#27.

i've returned from a five week hiatus. i was simply too busy living to update, as well as walking uphill. my leg muscles had better be toned.

expectations are strange things--you usually expect too much and you get disappointed in the end. or rather, you expect something to happen and it doesn't and you get disappointed.

montreal, montreal, montreal. where do i start?

to call you a disappointment, would be blasphemy. because you weren't. but i was just expecting different things than the ones that had transpired.

things i expected: to fall in love.

with a person. briefly. for five weeks. a whirlwind romance in old cobblestone streets, so very reminiscent of enchanting europe.

instead, i fell in love with the city, with a sandwich, with a certain fast food restaurant on peel st., with friends, with three person bicycles, tequila shots, and techno music.

i feel like it is a good trade. although i was pathetically infatuated with a man and couldn't even muster the courage to speak to him. i think i had maybe spoken to him twice over the entire five week period in which he was seated across the room.

bravo, self, bravo. note to self: grow a pair by next year, please. one regret but i swear, the next time, if i ever chance upon him again, I WILL SPEAK TO HIM. and we will have conversations. and maybe even become friends.

that is all. will be posting a letter from nineteen later. (it is tradition.)