I suppose I can't complain, I did get the apartment that I wanted and I will be signing the lease in about a week but I can't help but want to swear at the top of my lungs about having to trudge out to Pte. Claire for the next month and a half. I feel a high anxiety level at the moment, I would say it has reached Def-con 4 level. I just don't know the area... and I have never seen the inside of the house I am going to live in alone for the next little while. Plus, I hate the suburbs and before you think that I am prejudiced for no reason let me tell you that I indeed lived on the West Island for about a year back in 1989 and it sucked so bad I cannot express it any other way than saying that, you know, it sucked so bad.
When I look back and think about the way my mind was so one-tracked about getting this particular apartment in this particular building I can't help but be a little in awe of myself. I wanted it and in the end I got, damn the fact that I had already signed for another apartment! It's weird how things always work out even when you're not expecting them to, you know what I mean? For instance, I thought I liked the apartment in PSC but in all honesty it was my second choice, the first of course being a similar but larger apartment in the same building I am moving into. Now, I wanted this apartment but there was always something getting in the way of me getting it, either the tenant flaked out on me during the subleasing process or the place was uninhabitable due to renovation. In any case, I trucked on and went to see the apartment mid-renovation and sometimes it's hard to see beyond the dust and the fact that there's no kitchen... But you know what, it led me to look at an alternate apartment that ended up being just right for me.
Sometimes you can't write a better ending!
Makes you wanna go "Hmm, so that was the plan all along?"
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