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I got approved!

Today, I finally got the mail I have been waiting for the entire week. I got the envelope from the private lender. It took me a while to open it because I feared that they might have refused me as well. I took the envelope from the mailbox, placed it on the kitchen’s table and looked at it for a while. When I finally got the courage to open it, and read it, I was happy to see that they accepted me. 

I was thrilled that I could pay back the money that I owned to my family. I never liked the idea of owning something to anyone. I liked to be free of anything. Free of debt, first of all! Once I lost the business and went back to being an employee, I needed some money to live. Thus I borrowed some from my aunt. She was the only one who wished to help me. Mom also wanted to help but she did not have the resources. 

As soon as I saw that the money  had been transferred into my account, I wrote a cheque to my aunt and mailed it to her right away. Her birthday was coming up and I wanted her to get the cheque before. I knew she was planning a big party and I thought that it would be a good time for me to send her back the money.

On my way back home from the IGA store where there was a tiny Canada Post office, I ran into one of my old neighbours from St.-Michel area. I did not return there since I moved. I did not see this neighbour in more than five years now. I was surprised that he recognized me, given that I lost so much weight and my physical appearance changed.

We chatted a few minutes in the parking lot of IGA, then we shook hands and went separate ways. Within those three or four minutes, he had told me a bunch of things about our old landlord, about his wife and kids and his workplace. I barely had the time to say that I was glad to see him. I had never been so talkative as him. On the contrary. I was more reserved, more quiet. I would not be able to deliver so many personal news to someone in such a short time. Not even under pressure!

 

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A technology fanatic who is also crazy about little jars of creams, Lucille is THE columnist who crashes the trendy cocktail parties looking for exclusive content. Her life, of which she savors every moment, plunges her into the world of the most interesting innovations on the market today. Her blog invites you to discover her favourites and her moods.