Have you ever noticed how fluffy the clouds can be at times? While driving to Montreal I was completely fascinated by them. It was as if I was seeing them for the first time since my childhood. As a child I remember laying in the grass with my friends at recess and starring up into the clouds trying to make out shapes. We could spend hours letting our imagination run wild. It wasn't until this drive to Montreal that I remembered what that felt like. Random thought I know, but this is just one of the many thoughts running through my head as I lay here in this foreign bed in the middle of downtown Montreal. As this thought passes I am struck with the realization that as foreign as this place may feel right now it will be my home for the next month. This is the first time in my life that I am living on my own without any family nearby and of course I pick a city where English is not the first language. Even though I am nervous and yes, a bit scared. There is still a sense of excitement and liberation about this journey I am about to embark on. Hmmm, how fitting is it that Moksha means freedom in Sanskrit?