I'll admit I haven't done one of these posts in a long time. I love offering little glimpses of our home and where we live. You probably have figured that I don't tell too much - I prefer that the photos make the dialogue. Yet, with another year of Lost Swell there is always room for change!
There is probably no better way to celebrate 6 years of Lost Swell than going on a road-trip from Halifax to Montreal. The reason was for an epic Damien Rice concert at the Metropolis. He was on stage for nearly 3 hours with no band & only a couple of flood lights - playing on a battered up acoustic guitar that we are pretty sure that we saw him use 7 years ago in Marlay Park, Dublin. Read this amazing & poignant review of the show (keep in mind that I was the lone voice that requested Amber's favourite song "Trusty & True").
Before we lived in Dublin & watched Damien Rice perform at Marlay Park, and long before Lost Swell started in Halifax in November 2008 - we lived in Montreal for a short while. In the early years of our relationship we flew by the seat of our pants and hopped on a Greyhound near the start of spring and moved across the country with two suitcases and the clothes on our back. We needed to live somewhere real, & authentic, and we needed to escape a bubble we are in.
We found a beautiful apartment in the Jewish quarter of Outremont - rent is fairly cheap there (& probably still is) and so we moved in. 6116 Ave DuRocher to be exact. We slept on the floor, mourned the loss of our hard-drive (with all of our music, memories, pictures, etc), drank cheap wine from local epiceries, and settled in to a strange & very unfamiliar city. I couldn't speak a word of French but I landed a minimum wage job as a barista at a cafe in the Plateau - the owners told me 'just do what you & make fancy lattes. Don't worry about speaking to anyone.' Amber worked as an accountant for a collection agency in Laval. We both took the Metro to work every day. We both worked opposite schedules. Money was so tight. We felt lonely & alienated (I couldn't speak French but luckily Amber was semi-fluent).
One warm spring evening we sat on the front steps of our apartment building, watching the sunset & the Jewish children playing & laughing in the streets - housewives sweeping their steps & a group of Rabbis walking briskly down the street. We drank beer and talked about our life together so far. We made a promise that somehow we would keep going east & in 5 years we'd be living in the Maritimes.
Well, that dream came true. Being in Montreal for 2 days really stirred up old feelings on how we used to be. I have so much sympathy for us then, remembering how confused we were learning how everything worked. I remember some of the easiest things in life could be the most challenging. It's hard to believe how we ended up. Moving to Montreal pushed us into a beautiful adventure and we landed on our feet every-time. The amount of memories we carry from place to place is unreal.
Well here we are again! 6 years to the day that we left Vancouver and moved to Halifax. Last night we were driving from Fredericton to Moncton with the sunset on our backs - the forests & hills looked like patchwork tweed with stunning hues of red, purple, & blue in the sky. We felt overjoyed that we were coming home even from such a short trip. We know in our hearts that Nova Scotia & Atlantic Canada is home... it has always been home. Slainte.
It was a low key one this year. In case you weren't aware... the brunt of our celebrating will be done in Montreal this year. We have two tickets to Damien Rice, a car rental, and a cheap hotel in the Latin Quarter - should make for a very interesting post! We set out on November 20th & will be returning on the 24th. It's going to be a bit painful leaving such a beautiful city behind... what else do we have to look forward to out here? Winter?
Yesterday I celebrated my 35th birthday. We spent the day in town as we both have been incapacitated with a brutal cold/flu. I look forward to our future posts... We lived in Montreal awhile ago and it will be nice to see our old haunts.
There's nothing like spending a rainy Sunday checking out the creepy graveyards of Dartmouth 1 week before All Hallows Eve. 'We mean you no harm, we are only here to observe...'