Moving Day
Another July 1st, another year I breathe a sigh of relief that I didn’t have to move on Moving Day. I must be exceptionally lucky: I’ve never had to move on the same day as more than 100,000 other Montrealers. Instead, I have been able to wander the streets and watch, with voyeuristic glee, as the curtain that normally hangs between us and our neighbours is ripped away.
That’s exactly what I told a journalist from La Presse when she called to ask what I thought of the odd way that Montrealers spend Canada’s national holiday. (Unfortunately, she somehow misspelled my name, adding a “v” and an “e” where they really shouldn’t exist.) As perplexing as it is to have most residential leases end on the same day, it’s also one of those charmingly illogical things that make Montreal such an admirably eccentric city.
