As a transplant from the West Coast to Montréal, I traded damp forests, misty beaches, and rain-slicked streets for a vibrant, cultural metropolis with crumbling infrastructure and notorious language tensions. Many people have asked me how I could leave behind the mountain views of Vancouver for aging, frigid Montréal and my response is always the same: I'm captivated by the city itself, not what lies beyond it.
I've lived in Montréal for over a decade, but every time I step out my front door I find something new and engaging. As my rent creeps up and my French plateaus, the sights, sounds, and people of Montréal continually provide me with the fuel to keep moving forward, determined to permanently ensconce myself in this place I've come to call home.
