It sounds as if you'd be happy either in the Plateau area of Montreal. Rents are a fortune there. I lived for a time there way back when, on Ste. Famille St. near Sherbrooke...for free! Don't ask...I worked out of the apartment, so I had free rent.
I ran and organized a business from the lower flat. Lord knows what that would rent for now.
Second choice, I think, if you can't afford the Plateau, would be NDG. Lodgings there can be high, but it is a great part of town for a youngt person...
Stay away from the seedy apartments located near the Vendome Metro station, though, and don't go looking in NDG below Sherbrooke Street.
God, I made the mistake of renting a one-room apartment near the Vendome station. I woke up in the morning, no word of a lie, made my coffee, and while stirring the cream into it, a roach was happily playing in it. That did it for me, those roaches.
I deposited the rent money immediately at Regie des Rentes, not paying the landlord a penny in rent over that. There were party-goers slamming the doors across the hall, too. CRASH! BANG!
No, I am not Value Added Worker, and I didn't complain about the banging, screaming and drug dealing. I just complained about the copious amount of cockroaches.
Oh, I won my case.
Need a good lawyer, let me know. He does not charge until he wins his case and that happens all the time.
I went after another seedy landlord and won that case, too, thanks to the lawyer.
Stay well away from the south-west area of Montreal, areas like Ville-Emard, Cote St. Paul. St-Henri and Pointe St. Charles, Griffintown.
I got beaten up in Ville-Emard once by a scummy landlord. He was Vietmanese, younger than I was at the time, and my former boyfriend didn't pay the rent. Ex left town and I had to take the beating in lieu of the ex...I was put in hospital due to the beating, suffering a concussion, bleeding from a blow on the noggin, etc.
Lord Augusta was horrified when he heard of it. He confronted the former owner's father and demanded to know why I had to take the beating.
"It wasn't supposed to happen that way," he said.
This old guy carried a walking cane that concealed the sharpest sword that you'd ever see.
His son, the one who put the hounds after me, was murdered a year or two later. Can't say that I am sorry about it.
The dopy son tried to pull the same garbage on a basement tenant as he did with me, but the tenant fought back and ensuantly the landlord paid with his life.
I could tell you all sorts of stories about this area. Stay the hell out of Ville Emard, it's very rough.