This afternoon I loaded up my car with a bunch of musical instruments plus a few clothes and a cat. I left my house and drove through a snowstorm into sunny skies, and I kept on driving, all the way to Friendship Cove, Griffintown, Montréal, Québec.
I drove all day and into the night and now I’m exhausted but I can’t sleep. My body still feels like it’s moving. Every time I start to doze off, I jolt awake and expect to find myself veering into a lane of oncoming traffic.
Here is a walk through the first night at my new home, courtesy of late-night low-light super-shaky sleepy-cam.
900 kilometres. That is far.