It's been 150 days since I pulled up on my street on the first January evening. My stomach was full of butterflies, and when I woke up, it was -16 and this foreign ground that was about to become my home was covered in snow. It's been a hell of 150 days. There's been -40 degrees and neverending snow storms. There's been legendary parties. There's been new friendships I can't imagine being without now. There's been school assignments, there's been adventures. There's been New York and Québec City, and there's been exploring new streets. I'm so happy I came here and saw life in Montreal. And despite really longing to go back to Copenhagen, I will truly miss my Montreal life. It's been wonderful.