I dumped Chicago because I thought I could do better, and there are days when I think I was SO WRONG and days when I understand that 'better' and 'different' are not the same thing, and there's a lot to be said for giving yourself a shot at 'different.'
I really liked Chicago, but despite a lot of overlapping interests, we just never really clicked. It was a case of regular like, not *like*, nothing on which to build a long-term relationship.
Montreal: that lover who was parted from you by circumstances of life before the relationship has ended--never had a chance to go sour, and so even though you know it probably could/would have ended sooner or later, you can look back on that time with perfect nostalgia and a sense of longing for something that never came to be, but *could* have been. Fairmount bagels are my madeleines.
It helps to encounter them in their best setting--3am after the clubs have closed on a -20F winter night, warm from the oven in the woodsmoke scented bakery, steam on the windows, perfectly timed to help absorb some of what you and your friends have been drinking all night. It's pure magic :-)
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Montreal: that lover who was parted from you by circumstances of life before the relationship has ended--never had a chance to go sour, and so even though you know it probably could/would have ended sooner or later, you can look back on that time with perfect nostalgia and a sense of longing for something that never came to be, but *could* have been. Fairmount bagels are my madeleines.
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