La Belle Province

Well here I am back in Montreal and I can't sleep so the next best thing is writing. It's been an interesting holiday season to say the least. Sitting here now, completely stuffed from a leftover turkey dinner with my uncle Ken, and after a consecutive week of good times with family and good friends every single night, I finally understand why people love Christmas so much.

It seems to be the one time of year where everyone is able to actually, really relax, and take the time to make the effort needed to be with those whom they love. It's a time of year when people everywhere seem to remember how vital those connections are and how very much more important the people in our lives are than anything else.

After all, at the end of the day, it's not how big of a house we live in, or what we do for work, or how many "toys" we accumulate or even how popular or successful we think we were. If, when the whole world stops for just a little while, like it did this week, we can reach out to the people who we've chosen to have our life and who have chosen to be in ours, and make a connection, and that makes us feel happy and we have a heart full of love, then we are very lucky. And our life is a success.

Ps. There is one more perk of Christmas, besides the love and the family and the friends and the parties: presents. Presents are awesome.

My boyfriend made me this:

Steve: you are the fucking greatest!