Time it was and what a time it was.
A month has passed, my French has improved significantly, I’ve signed a lease, paid rent, prepared meals, climbed Mont Royal on the morning of my 22nd birthday.
I also climbed a ‘real’ mountain.
I’ve spent countless hours at the Webster Library.(Up to 9 super productive hours last night.)
I’ve studied at the Greenhouse at Concordia’s Hall building.
I’ve gone on adventures with French exchange students.
I’ve eaten fresh apples and picked grapes to make wine.
I’ve cooked and eaten and cooked some more, then practised some yoga.
I’ve had reason to have a bonfire.
I’ve helped my friends rebuild their loft.
I’ve met wonderful people and I’ve felt isolated on the metro at rush hour. I’ve descended a mountain in a cable car. I’ve danced to Billy Joel spinning on a record player and I’ve fallen in love.
The people are gorgeous, the fall trees are splendid in their array of colours.
I’ve felt more warm than I ever did in Trinidad only to feel freezing cold two days later.
This exchange is going well and I am grateful and content.
Rushell Rousseau- The Student Travels