In two months, I'll be back in Berlin, ready to start a new chapter that's both big and frightful and exciting and anticipated. I've tried to hold back on my Berlin-longing; I've talked and written so much about it the last two years, and I feel it's all I ever stand for. Plus, I'm privileged to be here in Montreal, enjoying an adventure and peeking into another place. But at the same time, Berlin is so close, and I can't help thinking about it: about what I'll do there, whether I'll be disappointed after having built up this anticipation for so long. I won't know until I'm there, and I try to not think so much about it and enjoy Montreal instead. It's great here, and I know I'll miss it when I move on to the next chapter. But it's hard. People approach me almost everyday with Berlin stuff; whether they want tips for the city or something, I am constantly confronted with that place. It's good, but it's hard too... A small ramble from a pensive head. The sun is shining here today, and it's nice. All is good, and Berlin will bere there in two months. Until then; Montreal.