So I’ll start a new novel tonight, both reading, and writing one, and hopefully they’ll both go well as I hope all things I embark on go well. I looked up a flight to Brussels earlier. It seems like an unconventional starting point to visit in Europe, and I can get to Paris from there, which is good. It feels good to travel, but I have to be careful not to travel too much. I was in Québéc City at the Musée de la civilisation and there was a part of the exhibit on Michael Tremblay. The room was a number video segments of interviews, and one of the things he mentioned is that he tries not to travel too much, because he loves traveling, and if he traveled a lot, he wouldn’t be able to write because traveling is so much fun. That part stuck with me the most out of everything I saw at that museum that day (I only spent the day in Québéc City).