So I'll be coming back to Montreal on Wednesday August 17th. I think I really do need to get back for a bit. I've felt melancholic lately and it's due to a couple of reasons but one of them definitely is home sickness. As much as I enjoy being in Halifax, it's not home. I don't want to make comparisons between Halifax and Montreal as they both have advantages and disadvantages (Lord knows certain people here are getting tired of me saying: "In Montreal...") but I find myself missing Montreal more and more. I did get a visit from my family one weekend along with friends Steve and Jay and it was great seeing everyone again but there is something to be said about stepping on soil that you have known since you were old enough to venture into the wild world. I want to have a home-cooked meal. I want to go by the football field and see how my old teammates and the kids that I coached last year are doing. I want to see all my old friends and listen to them argue over how many Klingon ships were destroyed in episode 7 of season 3 of TNG. I want to go out to Thomson House and drink beers and discuss chemistry and get into an argument about religion. It's only been slightly more than 4 months but, trust me, some days and especially the nights it feels much longer.