I’m currently sitting at a café at the mall and I’m grumpy. I hate the mall! This place is depressing. Remind me to never come back! (Though I probably won’t need the reminder, as I’ll soon be so far away from this place that the idea of coming here will likely never cross my mind again.)
So I’m here at this crappy mall because I couldn’t focus on anything at home, and I thought that a change of scenery might help. Working from home is both a blessing and a curse, so once in a while Denise and I pack our laptops and find a new place to hang out at for the afternoon. We waste less time when we’re working outside, since we don’t need to constantly chase the cats down to put their ugly sweaters back on (don’t judge us, they’re Sphynx cats so they get cold), so we end up being a lot more productive that way.
Arnaud (with his sweater) and Augustin (out again).
Yes, we’re fully aware of how ridiculous they look.
It appears that I didn’t plan our little outing well enough this time, because my battery died exactly 5 minutes after I turned my computer on. There’s no plug at this café – the only thing that’s available in big supply around here is old people – lots and lots of old people. Apparently it’s cool to hang out at the mall when you’re over 65. Even my wife, who adores the elderly, just pointed out that “we’re surrounded by geriatrics”.
Since I can’t work (surely it’s life’s way of telling me that I need a break, or that I get distracted too easily), I decided to write this much delayed blog post on good old notebook paper while Denise does actual work on her fully charged MacBook next to me.
Did you ever notice that old people tend to talk about the same topics all the time? So and so just got married again, so and so is having health problems, so and so just died, and everything was so much better back in the day. I’m sure I’ll sound exactly like them – just give me a few years! Right now I’m slightly jealous of my wife who can’t understand a word that’s being said at the table next to us since everyone is speaking French. Maybe I should stop writing and tell her that so and so’s brother worked at that company for 30 years, and now lives somewhere by the water?
A small portion of the people around us. We love that man’s jacket so much!
We’re big fans of the rainbow. Do you think he’s gay like us?
But I’m getting distracted again. A wonderful thing about Denise is that she doesn’t procrastinate or go off on tangents like I do. If she was the one writing this blog post, you’d already know that we’ll be living in Burlington, VT by the end of the summer or the beginning of the fall.
Yes! Somehow we had the crazy idea of leaving the land of poutine and maple syrup and Céline Dion to go live in the United States. On a side note, I’ll definitely miss poutine, but not Céline Dion. And apparently Vermont is the biggest American producer of maple syrup (even though they only reach about 20% of Québec’s production), so I should still feel in familiar territory. I need real maple syrup on my waffles!
The Burlington area seems like the best option for us, since we’re used to civilization and hanging out in the gay village in Montréal. At only 40 something thousand inhabitants, Burlington is the most populated city in Vermont. Living out in the woods without any neighbors for miles sounds like an adventure to me, but Denise likes people, and I’d probably get bored after a couple of months, so Burlington it is!
It’s funny to think that I’ll be living in another country and experiencing a new culture while only being a little over an hour away from here. Denise is American, so it shouldn’t be too much of a cultural shock for her. We’re definitely looking forward to having access to Panera Bread again! Staying close enough to QC will also be great since my son’s dad and I will continue to share custody – Louis-Justin will be with Nicolas during the week, and will spend his weekends with us in Vermont. Hopefully Denise’s son can come visit a few times a year now that we’ll all live in the same country.
Being in the States should also be good for our social life. Even though most people know some level of English in Québec, everyone around us speaks French as a first language, which hasn’t always been easy for Denise. We want friends who speak English! So if you live in the Burlington area or know anyone who does, please get in touch with us! We have questions that Google might not be able to answer, and it would be great to know a few people before we take the next step. I promise we’re nice – my wife will bake you cookies, and I will make you laugh with my French Canadian accent. (I thought that the word “sew” was actually pronounced “soo” instead of “so” – anyone else, or is it just me?)
A silly selfie of us, and a normal one.
The lesbians are moving to Burlington, woohoo!
I’m a bit scared but very excited about this new journey that we’re about to embark on. If anyone has words of wisdom for us, please share in the comments!
So adios Canada… And hello USA!