Are you still out there? Here goes nothing.
Alright. So a long time ago, I wrote a blog. This blog. I prided myself on my posts, I used it as a therapy, I used it to vent, I used it to channel some kind of creativity. I was young, naïve, unknowing of the world, hopeful, and bright. Fast forward more than five years later. I’m still young (ish). (That stupid thing on Facebook photos guessed my age at 24 without makeup. But 36 with makeup. Whatever). I’m less naïve but certainly still gullible. I’m more hopeful than ever but have some skepticism to put aside, and bright?? Well, my bright is starting to shine again, after a long winter of depression…or depressing winter…I can’t keep it straight, it needs some polishing. So here I am, in Quebec, CANADA, the country I was born and raised in…but EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT . They don’t look like me. They don’t act like me. They certainly don’t talk like me and at first I could BARELY understand them. I try to listen to the local radio…and I sort of understand sort of what ...