This week has been really busy, and like most weeks, that means that I didn't have much opportunity to post. Now it's the weekend and I feel like I should say something, anything, to sum up the past week.

Tonight I took a walk to Indigo to browse through the books. I had to stop myself a few times from buying anything cos I know that if I had let myself I would have come home with three or four books. I love books, I always have. Whether it's the tactile feel of the pages, the 'new book' smell, or running my fingers over the words, it just feels so comfortable and comforting to me to pick up a book. Some people choose to eat because they believe that the food doesn't judge them. I choose to read because the books don't judge me.

As I walked through the aisles I saw old and young people wandering, picking up books, others sitting in chairs devouring the words. I love that feeling, the feeling of being around people who are stimulating themselves intellectually. People in this world don't do that enough, so when I do see people who pick up books it makes me feel a tinge of hope for humanity.

I've really been wanting to buy a Time Out guide to London, but they don't have the newest edition at Indigo yet. I don't want the last edition because it's probably out of date and when I'm in London I need to have a good guide to help me get around.

Earlier today I was thinking about what it will be like to be living in another country and it kind of hit me how close it is. I've been waiting all my life for this and it's three and a half months away... It's scary but I feel good about it. I've always known I was going to go abroad, from the time I was a small child. And here it is, almost here.

On my walk home I stopped at Starbucks and got a Chai Tea (that always makes me laugh because chai is Russian for 'tea'), and walked slowly through the snowy McGill campus. I don't remember the last time I have seen so much snow. Come to think of it, I've never seen this much snow in Montreal.

As I walked I couldn't help but look at the cross perched on the mountain and how the lights make it look eerie and otherworldly. I love this city, I do. Maybe I will come back, maybe Montreal will be the place I stay, but for now the world is for me to see. When I was at Indigo I came across this travel book called 'The Global Soul: Jet Lag, Shopping Malls, and the Search for Home' that I had wanted to read when I was younger. I almost bought it tonight but held off (I'm not buying anything I can't take with me, and, sadly, most of my books won't be making the trek across the pond). The title of the book has always struck a chord with me. I like the idea of searching for home because it's always been a huge thing for me, searching for a place I could call home. I never felt at home in Alberta, and while Montreal has been home for me for seven years, I have never thought of it as the place I would ultimately end up. Like most anglophones who come to Montreal, this was a stopping place for me. And Montreal has played a huge role in my life, I've been shaped as a person by this city. But it's time to move on.