I’m going to miss quite a few things about Ottawa.

Like the perennial girl next door, with her cute button-nose and dirty blonde hair, Ottawa has managed to maintain its innocence, even with its position as the capital of Canada. Nowhere else in the world can you find a capital city which is so clean, so polite, and so comfortable to live in.

But then it snows. Yeah, it snows big time. In the middle of April.

Pack your bags, dollface.

For those of you who had the luck of missing the snow/slushfall in Ottawa this morning, there was actually a lot more snow than is shown in the above picture. Or slush. It was wet. And it was deep. And I nearly broke my tailbone on the driveway.

Relationships with the girl next door never work out anyways.

We like the bad ones, too.