It was the farthest north I have ever driven, let alone by myself since I made the road trip all the way from Utah to New Hampshire.
Truth be told, I was feeling hella anxious when I was about to embark on this trip. But like Kierkegaard once said, “Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.
It was my first taste of freedom in a long tim, and I was wondering if I’d ever get lost. Despite having a flip phone and an outdated iPod, I was able to find my way to the Hotel Brossard barely using google maps. I just trusted my sense of direction.
One look at this place and I can already tell that the people of Canada are more dignified and civilized than the United States. If things turn very nasty, I’m pretty sure I'm moving to Montreal. Besides, I’ve already mapped out a few places to flee to. Plus, there are a few apartment complexes near the hotel, just out of reach of the St Lawrence River.
What struck me was how familiar the landscape of southern Canada looked to the Great North Woods of the United States, as if they were one big country. I also didn’t expect there to be great leagues of farmland west of Quebec. It was as if I was journeying through the heart of America again like I did back in 2022.
The Hotel Brossard is one of the finest places I’ve ever stayed. And it’s relatively inexpensive for the most part, unless you’ve booked multiple nights.
I took a walk down the street and came across a small plaza, with an Onigiri restaurant and an international food shop, which contained drinks I hadn’t seen in a long while, and were quite delicious. That Onigiri was also delectable. I had a little conversation with one of the chefs of the restaurant who seemed cute.
Somehow, being here in Montreal feels right, like I was meant to be here, away from the political turmoil of the USA. I mean, I wish the people in the US were as friendly and kind as the people in Canada.
I’m proud of managing to do this all by myself. It proves that I really can navigate myself.
With a little luck, I’ll find someone and get their number.