I have a signed lease in Montréal expiring in the summer of 2022. What has been 8 homes of changing addresses, 5 years of volatile seasons, and 2 languages of confusing acceptance, is to become a single memory of my time spent here.

I do not want my memories to expire, so here I am to write of the city I have hated and loved enough to now call home—

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Rasha Lama

for the fun of it