It’s 7:15 and we’re locking the door of our apartment. After years of planning, we are finally leaving Montreal for 12 months of travel around the world. We’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time, but strangely, this morning doesn’t feel special at all. After all, we are only going to the train station to catch train 68 to New York. This doesn’t feel like we’re leaving our home, our family, our friends (and our cats) for a year. It just feels like we’re going out for the weekend.
Luckily, we didn’t need to take the bus and subway to get to the train station. Our neighbors and friends had offered us a ride, eliminating the unsavory option of hauling our over-packed backpacks and the extra suitcase through Wednesday’s rush hour crowd. They were also nice enough to immortalize (on my cellphone) the first steps of our trip, trying to get our gear down the balcony.