Here I am, Montreal. I came home (Steph & Aaron's) to a house full of Acadians and a pot of Frico simmering in the kitchen (Capital F. You won't understand until you've had it). I did not expect that at all. Sneaky, beautiful friends. The host even made two versions of fresh baked bread and poutine-a-trou for desert. Yes, please. She continues to blow my mind (and my estomac), every, single, time. I started doubting my decision to move here as soon as I got off the plane. The traffic and cold stares really turn me off. We've come to the conclusion that it's the curse of The Maritimes. Where I am from, people are super caring and warm. Like a drug, when I don't get that on a daily basis, there's a void to fill, leaving me feeling empty and small. I wonder how people here do it. I wonder if I can do it, here.
