honoring the unprivileged self

My beautiful walk in Westmount honoring the memory of L.Cohen, turned into a short story, one could have given the name "the lost Finn in Westmount". I took my boyfriends car, as he had taken mine to a check-up. Already driving his car instead of mine makes me feel like walking around in somebody else's shoes that are clearly too big for me. I feel like driving around in my father's Volvo, even if the car is way smaller than that. Kinda like driving a boat on narrow streets instead of a car. 
So there I was driving in beautiful Wesmount, without any clue of where exactly I wanted to go and why. I started talking out-loud to myself "what on earth are you doing here?" And as often happens with conversations to myself I then tell me to show myself some respect and speak in my mother tongue. So then I go like "Nåjo, vad skall jag nu säga... vad fan gör jag här egentligen?".

When I read L.Cohen's description of Wesmount 

“Westmount is a collection of large stone houses and lush

trees arranged on the top of the mountain especially to humiliate the underprivileged.”

I thought it was his sarcastic funny way of putting it. I understood to my horror how accurate and painfully true it was. I honestly thought the police would stop me and tell me to go back to the part of the island I belong. So that is what I did, while yelling at my gps for not choosing an uglier route. 

I'm sorry not to back up my story with proper pictures. I have made a note to myself to dress up fancy, borrow a nice looking dog from somebody, go back and take some nice pictures. This time I will do it, to honor myself.