As I bid the United States farewell for two months (which really isn't that long, let's be honest, but the summer is when I imbibe the most pop culture), what I find myself most glad to leave behind are the trivial things, such as the incessant coverage of Jon & Kate Plus 8, which I swear, if I see one more magazine cover with them on it, I will lose it. The premise of the show is just not wise. No one really cares about the quotidian issues of this family that favors fertility treatments. I guess I should be more diplomatic and just say that I don't. If I had it my way, TLC would broadcast What Not To Wear and Say Yes To The Dress forever. But the world is poorly made.
Cecilia left this morning, and I definitely am feeling the void. I made her bed (in which she thrashed), and realized that tomorrow I will wake up without her alarm going off fourteen times. Having her around, she had become better than a habit, a custom, a way of living and laughing. However, before she did, we left an entry in our guest house's guest book, including an exquisite corpse, which I will leave here. We wrote two lines each and could only see the one above us, since there were only two of us.
We found ourselves floundering, seeking
some thing that did not make sense until we
closing our eyes saw
every light inside our heads each candle
gleaming promiscuously, wanting for no
more than the comfort of the other
heart a pink quartz blooming
with its denseness and its please
oh please stay, let this feeling, let this
friendship, let it stay past our separation
a throb a knot a stem
among the acres of this summer.
It was so blissful spending all that time with her. Once she has returned home and put up our pictures, don't worry, I'll put some up of zombies and eskimo kisses, which comprised most of the excitement of our trip. Yesterday we did venture up to Burlington where Elijah showed us the lay of the land and it became the seventh place of interest that Cecilia had seen on her trip. Such excitement.
The world will be exciting for me this weekend, what with moving in. I saw my apartment briefly, but long enough to see that I have a sweet balcony out of my bedroom. Also, it is blue. Thus far, I am a fan of all of these things.
So the time has come for me to trade in my being as an American Girl and become a Canadian Woman of Mystery. I will be in touch, by email, by Skype, in some emergent emotive states by phone. I am afraid of a lot of things, like suddenly, I will forget my French, which would not be the worst thing ever because one is always greeted with "Bonjourhello" to determine language preference. I fear being alone in this world that I have built for myself after so much tough stuff, I fear the loss of those I have come to love so much. Suffice it to say, this is my epic journey, and I will miss you all, and hope if you are in Montreal, you know you are nothing but welcome to stay. Love.
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