It was another festive season in the old hometown. The lad was showered with gifts but not overly spoiled. Fortunately, my relatives and I are not over-the-top gift givers because
we’re broke we’re cheap we believe in the the true meaning of Christmas we’re more interested in the food and booze. We did buy each other a laptop and a Wii but those were planned purchases that coincided with Christmas. Anyway, nice low-key Christmas spent with family and friends.
It’s well known among my friends and family that we’re planning a move back to Saint John even as I keep asking Kerry, ‘Really? Are you sure you wanna live here? With the stores closed on Boxing Day and the inability to buy beer the corner store?’ I’m looking for work that meets my skills and modest salary expectations.
On Christmas Eve, I ran into an old neighbour who lived in Ottawa for ten years or so as a baker. She’s back in the John and mentioned to me that the one thing I may not be ready for is the culture shock. In Montreal, I feel very mainstream, conservative, even. In Saint John, I’m pretty sure I’ll be the token lefty.
But our reasons for moving are fairly straightforward: to be closer to family and to afford a house. As much as Montreal offers us, it will never offer us that.