Vancouver calling

I just got a call from UBC law school. They're digging through the slush pile of wait-listers, and my name came up. I've got a spot. School starts next Tuesday. I give my answer tomorrow.

That means, in the next 6 days, I would drop everything. And move to Vancouver.
Well, more like pack it up, stash it, and fly with a couple of bags of stuff to Vancouver.

Apparently it's totally okay with my boss if I go. He won't stand in the way of "my career". It's nice to feel valued.

So many reasons to go. So many reasons not to stay.

But I can't really go. Money, for one thing. I would have to pay $4500 next Wednesday. Starting school with no home, no computer, no money. Starting school. Starting LAW school. I had decided I didn't even want to go. Now this.

That it's taking me by surprise is a bad sign. I could have easily predicted that the bargain-basement-admissions last week of August would have produced such an offer. Never considered it, never prepared for it. It wasn't on my mind. It wasn't in my heart.

Why do I even feel tempted? Is it like going to Morocco just because you can? Is this a frivolous means to fulfill a desire to... have a track in life?

It's so funny. Last night I did a bridge run with Janius. A beautiful free-falling run where we cross the Jacques-Cartier Bridge to the islands in the middle of the St.Lawrence, and then go back across the bridge. It's not that hardcore -- it's not even 6k. But there's always a sense of purging and re-birth I feel on that route (especially when it involves running through big public fountains).

So last night I was standing on Ile-Ste-Helene, looking back at the city, watching the brilliant sunset reflected off the girders of the bridge, like slick shiny bronze. It was beautiful, it was magnificent. I felt so small. It felt like a moment. Was it a sign? I know it's time to move on from Montreal, and here is my clarion call. Do I heed it?