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I came home from school to find myself face to face with boxes and bags filled with my stuff and a teary-eyed mother. WTF?! For a 16 year old girl who has just moved from New-Brunswick a few months ago with dreams to find a better life in the city with her mother, that scene is rather alarming. My mother struggled to explain to me that she would be living with her husband from now on, and that there was no longer a place for me in their “home”. Husband?! What husband? She wasn’t even dating anyone when I landed on her doorsteps during the summer, which had just turned into autumn. What was going on? What was this husband non-sense?
That day I learned a few things. I learned that I would now be living in a crummy studio at the corner of Sauriol and Lajeunesse (mother had found it and would be paying for it). I learned that my mother was getting married (to a man she had met about a month ago in a bar). I learned that you can’t always predict what will come your way. The last thing that life taught me was that you can’t be lazy.
Nine hours, 17 boxes and bags, a dozen Verdun-Ahuntsic/Ahunstsic-Verdun trips and many hand blisters later, I had moved in to my new place. Taking a cab there and back would have been too expensive. Needless to s
ay that a single trip would not have sufficed, I would have needed at least two. I remember waiting for the bus to take me from the corner of my mom’s house to the LaSalle metro station for the first time that morning and thinking to myself “No big deal, you’ll be done by noon” . I also learned that I was foolish that day. All day, I traveled back and forth from Sauve metro, which was about a 10 minute walk from my new apartment, to LaSalle metro, then on a bus to my mother’s apartment with my arms weighted down by overfilled bags one way and my spirits weighted down from the thought that I had to do that all over again at least a couple more times the other way. Grab stuff, walk, take the bus, metro, down stairs, up stairs, switch metro lines, up stairs, walk, up stairs, drop stuff. Come back and repeat.
That night I went to sleep on a bare mattress, too exhausted to hunt for sheets (that’s if I had any) and slept for the entire next day, and night.
I learned that you can’t take anyone’s trust for granted.
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