A day to rest

July first is Canada day. I don't celebrate Canada day. But what I usually love about July first is that everyone moves: it's typically the date all leases are up, so you'll get 5, 10 moves within a 24-hour span. Last year, in the building accross the street, this happened, in classic Montreal fashion: the neighbors from the 3rd floor moved to the second floor apartment. The neighbors from the second floor moved to the ground floor apartment. And a new girl arrived in the 3rd floor apartment.

But this year was remarkably boring: as far as I could see, only 2 or 3 moves, nothing exciting. So Lea and I hung out at home, assembling drawers for my new Pax wardrobe, so that when my mom and stepdad arrive tomorrow, I'll be ready.