The wolf's den

Just a month ago, I moved back to my old apartment in downtown Montreal. It was an enormous relief to be in my cozy little den again. I didn’t know how much I missed it until that night as I was banging my head in the shower saying over and over: « I can’t believe I’m back! »

It was pure elation, and I have to admit I was surprised by it. In my life, as much as I’ve described myself as a sedentary person, I’m moved around a lot. Until recently, the longest I had been in one spot was 3 years and that was an exception, moving almost every year or so. I knew I was attached to downtown Montreal, I knew I liked that particular apartment as much as I’d hated others, but really? That much?

Apparently, it’s perfect for me. The size, the location, the view... everything. Well, almost everything. Enough to make me doubt I’d like to buy something. It would have to be an upgrade on everything I currently have, including location (which is a perfect walking distanced between my climbing gym and two different cinema theaters) and view (I’ve never seen a more beautiful downtown view and I get comments on it all the time, it’s the main reason I took it). I tough find.

I’ve tried a lot of places, but I can’t beat this. My life is here, and I’m happy.