5 Things you need to know about your first Montreal apartment

Since I was a wee little angsty teen, I would constantly remind my parents how I was moving out at 18. Naturally these proclamations were met with eye-rolling and sarcastic wit (my parents are fun like that - the apple sure doesn't fall far from the tree) and hormonal little me continued forth in my "I'll-show-them" phase. College rolls around and then university and would you look at that - I was 21, armed with a Bachelor's degree and no career in sight. Shit. *Crumple paper / draft new plan*

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