The Saturday before I left Montreal over a year ago now, my friends threw me a goodbye party. And by friends threw me one I mean they suggested it and then I proceeded to make a Facebook event for myself titled “au revoir Montreal.” Au revoir, of course, can also mean “goodbye for now”. 

I headed straight for the women’s washroom after passing through customs off my flight from Barcelona back home to Toronto. I hadn’t flown back into Toronto in ages and was impressed by the new machines they had to scan your landing card and passport so that you moved quickly through to baggage claim.