Post-travel blues
'Tis true, what they say about post-traveling blues: nothing feels exciting enough, you don't feel quite like your old self, you can't wait to go travel again. *sigh* I guess I should start saving up now, eh?
I was thinking that I could go somewhere warm and down South for winter break---Texas, Guatemala, who knows? (Yes I choose my destinations using my LJ f-list, lol.)
I haven't updated much since I've come back home. Montreal feels strange; heck, I feel strange. I went to Old Montreal the first night (not smart, I know, but I couldn't sleep all day) for a friend's birthday and I couldn't stop playing tourist, even though I had already seen those buildings and sights thousands of times. And a day here seems to pass so quickly---and insignificantly. It's already been 4 day and I've done pretty much nothing. I haven't even unpacked yet. But 4 days in Paris...aaaah.
I miss the lazy lifestyle I had over there. Sleep until noon, brunch at the cutest cafe/bakery and spend the nights strolling the streets of Montmartre with el boyfriend. Aahh...
But I guess that's what vacations are for, right?
I'm organizing my 1000+ pics from the trip, but I can't quite find the heart to ramble and picspam about my travels. So many things are happening, and I feel unimportant. Unimportant, helpless, useless.
* The Georgian-Russian conflict. (Or should it be the Russian-Georgian conflict?) It's really more of an invasion, but I'd rather use the world conflict. No, not because it's more politically correct, but because this is a complex political and military situation about which WE AREN'T BEING PROPERLY INFORMED. I hate the media's bias and gentle, prodding editing of the news. Do we know why the Russians retaliated? Do we know about the way both militaries have been gearing up for this? And I don't buy the whole "we're trying to be democratic" bullshit. We're not being told the whole story, and it frustrates me to no end. *throws in an "Ugh!" for good measure*
* An 18 year-old boy (because that's what he was, a boy and not a man) was killed by a policeman during a scuffle in Montreal-Nord. Literally the North of Montreal, it's a ghetto area where the poor and the minorities abound. And also where the police are often guilty of practicing racial profiling. Does this bode well? Of course not. The youths in that borough have retaliated by rioting, smashing windows and lighting cars on fire. Of course, I'm a whole island away and well-coddled in my South Shore suburbia, but I feel concerned. Concerned, outraged and exasperated by both the conduct of the police and of my fellow youths.
* To add to this, apparently the Bloods gang in Montreal-East are waging a surreptitious "war" against the Mafia in the Italian-dominant RDP borough. I take stylistixs's words for what's happening, because of course, I haven't heard (or rather, read) crap about it in the Montreal Gazette.
* A propane facility exploded in North York, Toronto and thousands of Torontonians had to be evactuated from their homes. A body was recently found, and the concern now is the lingering traces of asbestos in the houses closet to the epicentre. Now I know that wifey curry_chicken is alive and posting comments, but can someone check up on Genna occhidolci?
Thanks.
And thanks for reading.
ETA: AWESOME MOMENT OF...AWESOMENESS. The rain started pouring torentially about 30 seconds ago---just as Aha's "Crying in the Rain" came on my Windows Media Player. How appropriate. *teary smile*
I was thinking that I could go somewhere warm and down South for winter break---Texas, Guatemala, who knows? (Yes I choose my destinations using my LJ f-list, lol.)
I haven't updated much since I've come back home. Montreal feels strange; heck, I feel strange. I went to Old Montreal the first night (not smart, I know, but I couldn't sleep all day) for a friend's birthday and I couldn't stop playing tourist, even though I had already seen those buildings and sights thousands of times. And a day here seems to pass so quickly---and insignificantly. It's already been 4 day and I've done pretty much nothing. I haven't even unpacked yet. But 4 days in Paris...aaaah.
I miss the lazy lifestyle I had over there. Sleep until noon, brunch at the cutest cafe/bakery and spend the nights strolling the streets of Montmartre with el boyfriend. Aahh...
But I guess that's what vacations are for, right?
I'm organizing my 1000+ pics from the trip, but I can't quite find the heart to ramble and picspam about my travels. So many things are happening, and I feel unimportant. Unimportant, helpless, useless.
* The Georgian-Russian conflict. (Or should it be the Russian-Georgian conflict?) It's really more of an invasion, but I'd rather use the world conflict. No, not because it's more politically correct, but because this is a complex political and military situation about which WE AREN'T BEING PROPERLY INFORMED. I hate the media's bias and gentle, prodding editing of the news. Do we know why the Russians retaliated? Do we know about the way both militaries have been gearing up for this? And I don't buy the whole "we're trying to be democratic" bullshit. We're not being told the whole story, and it frustrates me to no end. *throws in an "Ugh!" for good measure*
* An 18 year-old boy (because that's what he was, a boy and not a man) was killed by a policeman during a scuffle in Montreal-Nord. Literally the North of Montreal, it's a ghetto area where the poor and the minorities abound. And also where the police are often guilty of practicing racial profiling. Does this bode well? Of course not. The youths in that borough have retaliated by rioting, smashing windows and lighting cars on fire. Of course, I'm a whole island away and well-coddled in my South Shore suburbia, but I feel concerned. Concerned, outraged and exasperated by both the conduct of the police and of my fellow youths.
* To add to this, apparently the Bloods gang in Montreal-East are waging a surreptitious "war" against the Mafia in the Italian-dominant RDP borough. I take stylistixs's words for what's happening, because of course, I haven't heard (or rather, read) crap about it in the Montreal Gazette.
* A propane facility exploded in North York, Toronto and thousands of Torontonians had to be evactuated from their homes. A body was recently found, and the concern now is the lingering traces of asbestos in the houses closet to the epicentre. Now I know that wifey curry_chicken is alive and posting comments, but can someone check up on Genna occhidolci?
Thanks.
And thanks for reading.
ETA: AWESOME MOMENT OF...AWESOMENESS. The rain started pouring torentially about 30 seconds ago---just as Aha's "Crying in the Rain" came on my Windows Media Player. How appropriate. *teary smile*