Keep on swinging

A bit more than seven months ago, I packed my car and moved out from one place, drove to Montreal and moved into another place. This building more exactly.  

Up on the 8th floor was my nest for 3 months. On the same floor wast the nest of another girl. She had basically done the same thing several months before me. Packed her stuff, left her hometown with the hope to find happiness in Montreal. We met out on the balcony on my first day. I was having trouble with the door lock, so I just asked her something like "does this thing work?", with a bit of frustration in my voice. I think I wanted to ask her "is this a good place?, "will I like it here?", "did I just make a huge mistake by moving here?". She answered me something like, "I never had any trouble with it". In other words, in my head her answer went something like, "I like this place, it worked for me, so I'm sure it will work out for you too".

Today at 6.30 am, I went to pick up this same girl at this exact building with the same car. We wanted to catch the sunrise this fine winter morning.

Our mission succeeded. It was a cold and beautiful morning. We felt so amazed by the city. Our Montreal. We were both standing there in silence. Thoughts and emotions circling around. I enjoyed the beauty of the city, happiness of getting to know this girl while enjoying her company and sadness because she is leaving.

     

I moved out of the building about 4 moths ago and she is about to move out in two days. I just moved 2 km to the east, she is moving back to her hometown about 200 km to the west. 

The flags were not all the way up this morning. In Finland that would mean that somebody died. I don't know what that means in Montreal. To me it symbolized her leaving. A bitter sweet feeling to this absolute peaceful beauty, we got to enjoy.

Yesterday, when we were planning our sunrise trip, we were sitting on two swings in a place called Confusion. http://www.restaurantconfusion.com.
I came to this place alone in May only a few days before I moved, in a state of confusion.

  
Yesterday there was more wine, more swinging and less confusion. She knows she is leaving, I know I'm staying. We both know we love Montreal. I'm lucky to have met her and for the rest ...

                         well ... we will keep on swinging and life will catch up with us.

(pictures in the resataurant and the one of me taken by "the other girl")