The lady in the corner

One year ago, I slept my first night in Montreal. For the first time I was lying there in bed and beneath me was Montreal. I'm thinking I probably had a glass of red wine to help me sleep and I know I used to sleep well in my tiny apartment with a single bed. One year has passed by. Can't say I regret my decision of leaving past in the past and see what Montreal has to offer. 

I had a dream, a plan. It was to live in Montreal and make it on my own. I succeeded, I'm still alive, I'm still here. 

My apartment wasn't big but it was a great spot to start. I remember the view from the 8th flor and my talks with my female neighbour, who later became a great friend.

I didn't have internet in my apartment so I would have to go to the closest wi-fi café. Felt like a student. Sat there so often that I got to know the owner of the place pretty well and his nephew was the one who later on sold and delivered the furniture to my new home. It's in this spot I found my job I now have and the home I'm living in. I would always choose this spot in the corner, the owner would call me "the lady in the corner".

The only thing I have left from my pre Montreal time in Quebec, are my clothes and my computer. The rest I lost one way or the other. The last thing I had was my bike but even that came to an end. A bitter but sweet end, just like the rest of it. It's like two years just vanished up in thin air. Have nothing but the memory of what it used to be.

Thankfully part of the memory still comes back once a month to remind me that not everybody abandoned me in the "Quebec country life past", I still have one loyal hairy friend out there, who is more than happy to come and visit and share my present.

That's a little something other than a bike ride on a path called memory lane. Had a fantastic year and I love Montreal just as much if not more now that I know the city way better.

Love you my Montreal!