1 AM, the train arrived at the Gare Centrale with a 60 min delay due to snowstorm. I knew I had to run as there was only 9min to catch the last bus to South Shore - the 45's schedule is easily dug up from the memory of a longtime Brossardoise (paper schedule is for newbies!). Rushing through the underground passageway (easy, I've done this a million times), I couldn't help but to look around and notice the little differences that occurred during the past months. There's a new sign at the luggage store asking people not to put their stuffs on merchandise at the storefront. That underwear place finally closed down. The glass window of the bus station displays some notice that paper bus tickets are about to be eliminated. I didn't have time to read through the whole thing (got on the bus at 1:07!), but I wondered what I have to use to get on a bus next time I come back. Outside - it was biting cold. The wind gusted snow off the ground, and some powder hit my face. The pain reminded me how deadly winter can be back home. Ma told me about the new Zellers around the house. A new Kim Phat also opened. All the little changes that are happening to the town. From the time I moved, each change incremental to the unfamiliarity of home, until home narrows down to family. I wonder if I'll ever be part of the city again?
Outside - it was biting cold. The wind gusted snow off the ground, and some powder hit my face. The pain reminded me how deadly winter can be back home. Ma told me about the new Zellers around the house. A new Kim Phat also opened. All the little changes that are happening to the town. From the time I moved, each change incremental to the unfamiliarity of home, until home narrows down to family.
I wonder if I'll ever be part of the city again?
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