Ever get that feeling?

No matter how hard I try to shake the feeling every so often from deep inside of me it takes over. I’ve noticed that it seems to be stronger during the changing of the seasons so and I’ve gotten used to it’s ebb and flow. None the less the urge to be on the road in some other country seems to make it’s voice a little louder.

Most times I reminisce about places I’ve been lucky enough to visit (France, Italy, Monaco, a few states in the US and all but a few of the Canadian provinces. With the two most recent additions to the list being Japan and South Korea).

You hear things when speaking to other travelers on the road “Country X was great” and your first thought is “great one more place to visit…”. The destination doesn’t matter all that much. It’s just the idea of living on the go and seeing these new places and cultures. Or maybe it’s just that it forces you to live in the moment a little more.

I have no doubt that many other individuals out there feel that pull inside. When the seasons change this feeling almost always gets stronger. We’re slowly creeping towards winter here in Montréal. The morning air is crisp and the evenings are quickly turning chilly. The leaves are starting to build up on the sidewalks and in alley ways. Soon we’ll be wandering through those beautiful red, orange and yellow leaves. The city seems to somehow change it’s rhythm as if it’s adjusting to the change.

One of the first things that really hit me when I got back to Montreal was how nice this city truly is. I snapped a few quick pictures on some of my first days back. I had been staying at a coworkers place in the suburbs while I did some apartment hunting in town. I found a treasure of an apartment in record time and I was taking everything I owned with me to “move in”. This had been my travel gear for the last few months, everything I had needed to get by. It consisted of two backpacks. Soon I’d have an apartment and it would be full of “stuff”. It gave me some more food for thought.

The bus slowly came lumbering down the street to my stop and I got on. On our way into town, before most of the city was awake those of us on the bus got to see an amazing sunrise. I managed to grab a quick snap of the scene and I think the picture does it some justice. Finally after having dropped off all of my stuff at the apartment I snapped a picture while walking down my neighborhood street. It felt really good to be in Montréal: It felt like I was where I was suppose to be, as if I was home.

While searching for a local business I discovered another Montreal blogger who had a similar experience. The blogger had felt the same way about returning to Montreal as I did. The only difference was that her blog post were now years old. I guess some things about Montréal are timeless…

I leave you with a new/old post about a little burger joint called Farmer’s original hand made burger located in Busan, South Korea. Enjoy the post and finally here are those three pics: The bags, the bus and the city.