Personal Essay: My Life On Green Bottle Street

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One year later, I still live on the top floor of Sara Trusdale’s house. Moving to Green Bottle Street was the right decision. Everyone in the community is so kind, helpful and friendly. I have also taken up some new hobbies as well, including, playing chess, gardening and brewing wine with Mr.Hazard and Mr.Desselin. Actually, brewing wine has become more of a job than a hobby. They tell me that ever since I’ve moved into the community, I have become more outgoing and social. My life on Green Bottle Street is definitely more improved than my boring existence on Oven Street. The neighbours here are great, compared to my previous awful noisy neighbours. Green Bottle Street is still a hidden little place in Montreal, its almost like a different world and I enjoy it very much. My forty-first birthday passed just five days ago. The community of Green Bottle Street surprised me with a large feast at Mrs.Trusdale’s house when I got home from a long day of wine brewing. Over the past year, a lot has changed around here. About six months ago, Mrs.Trusdale was having troubles remembering simple things. Like where the flour was and what her name was. I decided to that it was time we went into town and …show more content…

I look back at my last year here, how strangers turned into friends and friends turned into family. I think to myself, how could I not be happy? I have a beautiful home to live in with someone who feels like family that have become caretaker to, I am surrounded by a beautiful, quite and private neighbourhood filled with great people. I no longer have to work at city hall where people only acknowledge me when they wanted to know something, instead I have a job although physically more challenging, I don’t mind it. Are they kidding I am so happy I can’t express it with words. Keeping Green Bottle Street a secret from the city of Montreal was the best decision I’ve ever

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