Le Moving

Yesterday we spent an exhausting 13 hours moving out of our Montreal apartment, and then driving our 17″ U-Haul truck six hours to Toronto. Phew. Every part of my body is aching right now. The good news is that last night I finally got a full night’s sleep for the first time in two weeks!

For some reason we thought we’d be able to get the packing finished by midday after getting up at 6.30am to get started. Turned out we mis-estimated slightly, as we finished at 6.30pm. Up and down three flights of stairs with heavy boxes for 13 hours – no wonder I’m aching!

Big thanks to Jason and the twins for turning up at our darkest moment to help get the heaviest crap down the stairs, I don’t know what we would have done without you guys. Plus the singing was awesome. And also big thanks to Max for coming along to help on the final stretch and for taking the final photo of us in our bare, empty apartment, very emotional.

The End of One Adventure, The Beginning of the Next

Today is our last day in Montreal, at least for a while, as tomorrow morning we begin our roundabout journey back to London. We arrive in London early Wednesday 14th May, ready for a hectic week of settling in, finding jobs and family birthdays. Before that we have to load up a 17″ U-Haul lorry with most of our possessions, drive to Toronto and Miette’s family, spend a few happy days catching up with Toronto folk and then onto a plane to London and onto another chapter in our lives.

Right now both of us are a bit tired – mentally and physically. Thankfully the Montreal sun is shining down which is keeping our spirits up, as we prepare to leave the home we’ve created for ourselves here. Our first shipment of ‘life crap’ is boxed, waiting in a Montreal warehouse, soon to start it’s own journey to London by sea. We’ve ticked most of the boxes on the ‘Montreal things we’ll miss’ list; hanging out with friends, a last yoga session, eating way too much poutine, walking around the Old Port, dinners at our favorite restaurants (Chez Jose, Stash and last night L’Express) and just enjoying the Montreal chilled out pace of life. Personally I hope we can take some of that calm and stillness that we have here to the more hectic, bustling London world.

Sitting last night at L’Express, enjoying foie gras and beautifully cooked steaks, we wrote down the things we’re looking forward to in London; seeing family and friends, jogging along South Bank, going to the art galleries, shopping at Tesco, trips around the country, watching Doctor Who without waiting for someone to upload it to youTube, cycling around and finding out how we create our home over there for a while at least. There’s an adventure ahead of us that’s for certain, and fond memories of the adventure so far to enjoy in the quiet times. Ta ta for now.

Last Rainy Weekend in Montreal

Well it’s our last weekend in Montreal before heading off to live in London, and of course the weather has decided that we’re not going to have a good time of it. It’s grey and rainy, and the forecast for tomorrow is the same. Bugger. Luckily Montreal has the underground city to keep us dry as we wander round, but it’s not the nicest part of Montreal by a long way. For some reason the underground city always makes me think of some dark, dystopian future where the surface of the Earth is no longer inhabitable – but without the cool neon of Blade Runner.

In the meantime everything is packed up in boxes, some for London, some for back to Oakville and some for charity. The apartment looks like a bomb hit it, or at least a bomb that neatly packs things into cardboard boxes. We’ve recovered from the leaving drinks of the other night – thanks to everyone who made it – and now it’s just the last few bits to get together. Fun fun.

Meanwhile, back in London, it turns out we’re heading back just in time to enjoy the new Mayor’s first few months. Boris Johnson got voted in by a narrow margin, knocking out incumbent Ken Livingstone. This seems to be part of a Labour backlash, as Conservatives seem to be winning by elections all round the country. Ah well, as long as we don’t end up with another Thatcher in power it can’t be too bad.

Neil Gaiman n the Gender of Books

Neil Gaiman is one of my favourite authors, and also a prolific blogger. Not only do we get a glimpse into his alternatingly calm then hectic life, but he also takes the time to write essays on how his stories are formed. One of these is on the subject of what gender your story has, and it’s a fascinating read for anyone interested in the art of story telling.

Short, but Sweet NYC Weekend

We’re now safe and sound back in Montreal after a (literally) whistle stop visit down to New York this weekend. Good fun but I have to say I’m looking forward to a night’s sleep of over four hours tonight!

The trip started at 7.15am on Saturday when we left Montreal. At 8.20am we entered the US and 2pm hit New York. Bit of shopping, drinks with Paula, then out to Williamsburg for our traditional dinner at the ever wonderful Sweetwater. Then down to Jess and Gerald’s to visit them and the hella-cute Auden. M crashed out at 2.30am while I went down to Union Pool to catch Gerald DJ in the back room. Splendid. Then 4.30am we were back upstairs to pass out.

9am Sunday I was up and awake, so went on a wander round the ‘burg taking some photos to test my new polarizing filter and compact flash card on a beautiful, bright sunny morning. Latte and a muffin in hand I woke M up, and we chatted with Jess, Gerald and Auden for a bit before heading off for a quick wander/shop down Bedford Avenue. With a pile of my favourite t-shirts from Artists and Fleas in hand, we ended up having Mexican brunch at Bonita – before driving the car back to the old apartment to pick up my last stuff (thanks Lisa!).

At this stage we were a bit off schedule, as I’d totally under-estimated the time needed to get 10 storage boxes full of books down four flights of creaky old stairs with my creaky old knees. Luckily my knees held out (unlike one of the boxes) and M performed miracles getting all the boxes into our car. Phew. So now it was onto the BQE where we ran straight into major traffic on the way down to Brooklyn Bridge on the way to see Stephen, Yi-Hsian and Kate down at the south end of the island (learning point: getting onto Brooklyn Bridge from the BQE is a pain, just take Williamsburg Bridge). Thankfully a parking space turned up just as we were about to give up and pay the $25 parking fee – for an hour… ug. So we headed upstairs and hung out chez Godfrey for a bit. Wish we’d had longer as Kate was being very cute indeed, unfortunately it was getting onto 7pm and we still had six hours of driving ahead of us. Arg.

Having said our goodbyes, we headed back onto the Henry Hudson Parkway off north. The sun was setting as we crossed into Jersey which was very pretty indeed, but worrying as I was already tired and we knew that sunday evening traffic on dark roads, plus over the mountains, would be quite draining. Thankfully we made it to the Canadian border by 1am, a bit late as we’d seen a lot of deer eating by the road so I was driving slower than I normally would just in case the deer felt suicidal. Unfortunately the border guard was not convinced of my travel plans, plus we’d overspent our dollar limit on shopping having not being in the US for over 48 hours (just). So we got to spend a stressful 45 minutes explaining my travel plans before they decided to let me in after paying some import duty. Phew. Borders are so stressful, especially when you’re sleep deprived and tired!

Finally we got back to Montreal about 2.15am, then we unloaded the car and I trogged the boxes up another two flights of stairs into the apartment. Yay, home! 3.30am I finally hit the pillow. Unfortunately at 8.30am my alarm went off as I had to move the car, so I bought us some coffees from up the road and drove M into work before taking the car back to the rental place. So now it’s 11.30, and any minute now I’m going to pass out and have a full eight hours of kip. Splendid.

The E-myth Revisited – Micheal Gerber (5/5)

The E-Myth Revisited is Gerber’s classic book for small business owners, or those contemplating an entrepreneurial leap. In it Gerber discusses how most start-up businesses fail due to the owner working on the work, rather than working on the business itself. Gerber believes that you should be creating frameworks for business that you can hand over to other people, much in the way that McDonalds has successfully created franchises all over the world. This may not seem applicable to modern day start-ups, but a lot of it is and having worked at a successful consultancy where Gerber’s approach is very much in evidence I have seen the value first hand. Inspirational and practical, the book is must read for anyone with an entrepreneurial business thought in their heads.