At Sydney (Kingsford Smith) International Airport, waiting for a flight back to Canada. Delayed by an hour so far. Which will be problematic, because that might mean that I miss my connecting flight.
I’m in the sort of situation where I don’t really care about the waiting in itself, but I’d rather wait on the plan in my seat than here in the airport– at least I could get to sleep. I’m exhausted, having only taken in about 3 hours last night to get up early to be here.
This will be my first time back to Montreal in over 2 years. A lot has changed since then… two of my cousins have been engaged, another has been married. My grandmother passed away while I was here.
Friends moved– roommates split up, found new roommates, got new boyfriends and girlfriends. Some of them got pets. Many of them got new jobs.
I’m now an Australian permanent resident.
I’m not going to be in Montreal for a long time, but I’ll try and catch up with as many people as I can.
And it will be strange how as we catch up, we realise that who we think we are has been suspended in time since the last times we talked.