Montreal is a very romantic city; I kind of wish that I had brought someone with me (anyone). I have enjoyed meandering the late nights down cobblestone streets (who are nestled between Victorian skyscrapers). It is so humid here, the air is thick and skin is clammy; cool breezes bring, not only comfort, but whisps of jazz music from whatever open-air café down the street.
And, I wonder: what is the point of being here; this is one of those experiences meant to be shared. But, this was a trip of learning. I have studied the streets: I know their history, I can get around, I can live cheaply, (and I know some very nice, family-run, streetcorner restaurants). So, whenever that day comes that I have someone to share it with, I could be so suave (but for now, a big loser).
Anyhow, I have decided to study accounting. I will take a ten-course, post-graduate diploma in accounting when I get back (PT; it will take me until next February) and then go to graduate school for either a CGA or a CMA; I like McGill, maybe I'd do it here. The other option is University of Ottawa (which I check out tomorrow). I must take graduate studies in a bilingual school: I want the opportunity to learn and speak French - thus being entirely fluent with a quebecois accent - when I am done.
And, train-love. It's got to stop. Sure it is warmth and escapist. However, I've had far too much of it.
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