Snowy morning

When I woke up this morning, everything was white. The few trees we almost call our own are bare and I could see the backs of the houses from the next street. It wasn't quite bright yet, as the sun has been delaying it's entry and leaving ever more earlier, but the snow just gave a slight shimmering tone to everything. I snuggled up, close to the window, with a steaming cup of coffee, and watched nature's pure magic on a city so grey.

I noticed a light on, on the other side of the yard. I was wondering, are they too, taking the time to enjoy the morning snow? Are they peering across the yard and wondering, if I'm wondering, too?

A little bird hoped from one branch to another, looking like it was trying to find a warm spot, some comfort in the cold. And the snow kept falling and falling, in tiny little snowflakes, landing on my windowsill, and welcoming me to the world, with their beauty, for a brand new day.

blogger's block

so I'm sitting here, not quite sure what I should write... feeling bad abour not posting more often... and actually absolutely extenuated. Yep, I'm making money folks! It just barely covers my basic expenses, but at least some of it is coming in. I was feeling really bummed out earlier this week because I really wanted to go home in march, but I have to face it: I just don't have the money. I'll try for august. My mom is going to be so disappointed...

Ah well. on a lighter note, I feel like I'm building slowly a circle of friends, person after person, slowly making friends. I started this english literature calss which is absolutely amazing, I had forgotten how good I was at literary analysis, and how much I actually enjoyed it.

I'm basically living like a poor student - which is what I am anyways... Had spaghetti fot dinner - again. I can't wait to make a bit more money and buy the last 2 manuals I'm missing for university. They're 15 euros a piece, and right now I just can't manage to pay that.

oh well. it'll get better.

random thoughts

you what really demands concentration? having everyday classes at the uni in german. Man am I tired when I get home! I'm now known as "the french speaking canadian girl" in my program. I've also started giving french and english lessons... really not too bad and pretty interesting! My life has been pretty much boring the last week and a half, just adjusting to my new life here. This evening I ate a ham and cheese sandwich, straight out of the sandwich maker ( you know, those machines that grill your sandwich and make the cheese melt!) it's kinda stupid, but it tasted like home.

another interesting thing is that at the uni, I have classes in english and classes in german. Well, of course all classes in english are given by german professors who speak horrible english and 2/3 of the classes in german are given either by french or english native speakers, so their german is even harder to understand as the german professors' english...

Went to a really cool party saturday night at a mini-golf center. funny.

We won't be eating chicken for a while here,... hope it doesn't get to north america!


I miss my family.

I miss normal University. I miss people who speak with a quebecois accent in french and who say "eh" in english. I miss maple syrup. I miss having a job where I'm making a lot of money (ok, I DON'T miss working every saturday and sunday), I miss bacon and toast for breakfast. I miss Tout le Monde en Parle with Guy A. Lepage. I miss Enjeux. I miss walking home on Mont-Royal street, late at night after work, seeing all the people huddled in the barsand restaurants, talking with friends, being happy. I miss the smell of Autumn. I miss the friendly way people have in Quebec, that if you get along with someone you just met, chances are they will invite you for coffee or a drink. I miss making witty comments in class that make the students laugh and the teachers smile. I miss walking on the street and bumping in to people I haven't seen in a long time (mind you, if and when it'll happen here, now THAT'll be the day!). I miss shopping downtown, and popping in to a bikini shop where my friend works, just to say hi, and then finding out she was just about to go on break, and having lunch together.

The worse thing is, I know that if, for whatever reason, I were to go back to Montreal to live, 1) it would not be like in my memories and 2) I'd probably start missing stuff from over here!