It’s always weird returning to a place that has held so much meaning , so many memories. I called Montreal home for 4 years and in the last year I had such a hard time accepting that it no longer was. Montreal will never be like NYC, where I grew up, where I will hopefully grow old. Instead it is in an encapsulation of my youth in arguably it’s prime. College is the time of your life, not riddled with the same insecurities and scrutiny of high school. Most of us are away from childhood homes for the first time. A freedom thrust upon us so immediately that we cannot help but go a little wild. So of course whenever I think of Montreal I remember fondly all the good and fun times. However, once you leave the bubble of undergrad, it never looks the same. You can see into it, you can even wiggle your way like you’re almost in it, but you’re not. You’re coated with the exterior obtained from being outside. Everything seems familiar, everything almost feels the same, but yet it’s not. You feel like an outsider looking in.