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Time in this phase of my life is winding down. Maybe that's a weird thing to say as this past week I just began another term of study--the bonus French writing course--at Université Laval. But, I'm already wistful realizing that my time living here in Québec City will come to an end this summer--if not sometime all the sooner.
Why all the advance nostalgia? It's on account of good news that I found out just a few days ago: I've been accepted into a program of graduate study at McGill University! This will be the perfect direction to integrate everything of my past, present, and future life. Come autumn, I'll begin a program at McGill's Institute of Islamic Studies. What an ideal place to synthesize everything: my years living throughout the Muslim World, the program of francisation I've just finished, and my future residence here in Canada. This is huge news; I'm beside myself with the possibilities.
Reverting back into present tense: my daily routine now starts with a writing course every morning. The classmates I began learning French with one year ago have fallen into the minority. The bonus writing course forked us into two levels. I was happy to make the cut into the upper class. However, our division is literal as well as figurative: former classmates at the lower level meet downstairs on ground floor 0 while our class is up atop the building on the 7th storey--a floor inaccessible even by elevator. Good exercise for both my writing and my lungs.
This separation leaves only four of us from the original crew: three of the Colombians and me. A couple of the newer Colombian classmates and one of the Ukranians who joined in latter terms make our UL crew eight: but we're outnumbered by students who went through their francization at nearby community college CÉGEP Ste-Foy.
Our new instructor, Madame B., is exotic and not just because she's isn't Québecoise. She hails from the isle of Réunion, a tiny speck in the Indian Ocean to which the nearest big thing is Madagascar. It's fun to have the shared perspective of a fellow immigrant to this country who can call out quirks unique to Québec.
In addition to good news with present and future studies everything else is going well. I suppose it is a shame that my present enrollment status no longer allows me access to the swimming pool at PEPS, the university library, nor the campus wi-fi. But, I've found replacements: I'm eking out more ice skating while the season winds down and checking books out on-line with my new status affiliated with McGill.
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So, life goes well. There's a lot ahead of me in upcoming months: the logistics of quitting Québec City to make the move to Montréal, saying farewell to classmates and teachers who have become dear to me, leaving a city and routine I've become fond of, not to mention embarking on a whole new life. But, I know all that will come to pass. Right now, I'm most conflicted between two happy possibilities. Where should I be upon the end of our writing course when it finishes up at the end of April? Should I stay on here to not spread myself too thin and move easily to Montréal sometime this summer? Or, should I make a return journey to Pakistan and Xinjiang for some months to re-connect with the languages and cultures that will become the focus of my studies over the immediate years to come?
Not a bad place to be: having too many attractive options and directions where to next take my life.