You can so go home again, Monsieur Wolfe
I am officially returning to my beloved homeland later this month. My ticket is purchased (thanks mum and dad), and my metaphysical bags are packed. Although I'm somewhat fond of Boston, it just doesn't compare to Montreal. Sometimes at work, I mentally plan my apres-hospital day and I catch myself envisioning wandering around the Westmount library, or going to L'Express (a restaurant that serves excellent French food). I really miss the restaurants and patisseries, but sadly have not lost any weight since moving away. Anyway, I will have a glass of wine at Laloux in your collective honour and toast being home again.