last day/night with the luxuries such as a bed, technological bodily extensions, and familiarities. Stayed at Adam's last night after a day of last minute wandering around montreal collecting things they will likely confiscate from me at the airport like pepper spray. le sigh. autopiloted towards my apartment (or was mine anyways, still is technically until the 1st) and felt a small rush of memories of the fun times had in that small space this year. my heart feels like its going to bust at any given moment now. very excited and twice as apprehensive.
think i've got a bit of a tenative plan for the 36 hours in halifax, and am looking forward to the atlantic province experience which, regardless whether or not it can be Simms' Newfy-land.
friends and family have been so good to me already, as i have received more than the emotional backing i seem to require to make this all seem feasible, and i just hope such continues on throughout the continent and otherwise! i also hope you made it across the fucking ocean.
in the ulcerating silence perspective comes
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