Hello everyone.. my first post is probably going to sound off, so bear with me.
Since I was a kid, I felt like I was in the wrong country. One day, I took notice of the Canadian flag for the first time and it looked so familiar.
Fast forward to being a teenager. That's when the dreams started. I began to dream of a cold, snow covered city with a beautiful old building. Behind me, I glanced behind to see an ice covered river.
That's the most frequent but there's more of them.
As I grew older, the feelings of disquiet kicked in. I didn't want to settle down in the US. I put it aside until much later in life.
Then came the Great Shock to my life. I was walking past a travel agency in Eugene, Oregon and in the window, a huge poster hung of a beautiful old building!
The exact building that haunted my dreams every night!
Underneath the building were the words 'Bon Secour Merchant Building Montreal.'
Oh my.. Montreal! I was so shocked. I went inside, asked for a brochure and when I opened it, I felt like I knew the city.
Oddly, I have the food tastes and attitude of a Quebecker. I love poutine, hockey and other issues. And I am learning French quickly.
The first time I went to Montreal, I felt like I had come home. I didn't even bother with the map I had and found myself moving around the city like I had been born and raised there. I knew instinctively how to move around Mont Royal and the Metro.
So, based on all of this, I suspect I lived in Montreal.
-Grel
Since I was a kid, I felt like I was in the wrong country. One day, I took notice of the Canadian flag for the first time and it looked so familiar.
Fast forward to being a teenager. That's when the dreams started. I began to dream of a cold, snow covered city with a beautiful old building. Behind me, I glanced behind to see an ice covered river.
That's the most frequent but there's more of them.
As I grew older, the feelings of disquiet kicked in. I didn't want to settle down in the US. I put it aside until much later in life.
Then came the Great Shock to my life. I was walking past a travel agency in Eugene, Oregon and in the window, a huge poster hung of a beautiful old building!
The exact building that haunted my dreams every night!
Underneath the building were the words 'Bon Secour Merchant Building Montreal.'
Oh my.. Montreal! I was so shocked. I went inside, asked for a brochure and when I opened it, I felt like I knew the city.
Oddly, I have the food tastes and attitude of a Quebecker. I love poutine, hockey and other issues. And I am learning French quickly.
The first time I went to Montreal, I felt like I had come home. I didn't even bother with the map I had and found myself moving around the city like I had been born and raised there. I knew instinctively how to move around Mont Royal and the Metro.
So, based on all of this, I suspect I lived in Montreal.
-Grel