On this date a year ago we were leaving our house in the West-Island to come live downtown in a condo. We left behind what I felt was our home and I hoped we would recreate this feeling in our spanking new condo. Even if it’s not all completed (we’re only missing light fixtures and a few pieces of furniture), it does feel like home. This is more than just the place where we live, it is our refuge from the world, and it is also where our cat is.
This is our home, it has changed since we’ve moved, things are feeling like they should, and whenever I see the Clock Tower in the Old Port or the Radio-Canada tower I know I’m heading home.
Looks like a lived-in home doesn't it?
Pictures taken by cousin