Move On

He is finally gone.

The tenant from Hell has finally packed up and left. After eight months of inconsistencies, lies, and moist palm handshakes, I am free from all that negative energy.

During the past year, I have entertained thoughts of claiming the condo for myself, but in the end, I came to realize that paying the steep mortgage on a single income would be unrealistic even if I miss living in downtown Montreal and particularly in that beautiful high rise building. Perhaps it was not meant to be. After all, it was supposed to be an investment opportunity and that it shall remain.

Instead, I will finally be moving to my own apartment. Indeed, after months of rent vs. buy arguments, the former has won out for the time being. Part of me was not interested in buying my own place so soon when we had already purchased the condo. Then again, I shall become a homeowner on my own clock and it may well be that sanctuary I have been seeking for so long.

Almost

It is a truth universally acknowledged that some girls reverberate towards the archetypal tall, dark, and handsome boys who may or not be full of substance. As much as tall, dark, and handsome are decidedly winning qualities (at the outset), some girls require something slightly off-kilter, heartrending, and quirky to warm their hearts and arouse their sensibilities. Indeed, in Self-deprecating land, we are all about the introspective, bespectacled boys who dazzle us with their quiet fortitude, sexy wit, and funky geeky mannerisms.

This comic rocks my little world into hopeful bits and pieces.

courtesy of the brilliant Lev at IngredientX.com