So I’m done moving for a bit!! yay!! I moved last weekend, this time, back close to the Champ de Mars and my friend, the Eiffel. 🙂 hi Eiffel!! I have to lean out the window, stand on my tiptoes and look to the right to see it, but it’s there!!
Last Thursday I briefly thought in passing, hmmm maybe i should start packing… I’m getting the keys on Saturday..
Friday came and there was just too much to do- I don’t remember what, but packing was not a part of it. oh and I agreed to a trip to the Champagne region the next day, because why ever not! I can pack/move all on Sunday! right?
I think I was in denial of leaving my beautiful apartment by the Madeline. Who wouldn’t be! Especially because I’d just made friends with the barber downstairs! 😀 We met when I was walking to class with my headphones in. I’d smiled at him before in passing because his shop is right by the door to the apartment building, and I’m American and do weird things like that.
Before you start thinking differently though, maybe I should preface and say, he’s about 75, with two white tufts of hair and rosy cheeks. 🙂
So back to the story! I was walking to the metro, not a care in the world, when I saw a gesture from him out the side of my eye. My first thought- oh no, I messed up the number one rule in France and forgot to say “Bonjour!” as I walked by, but I didn’t think we were at that point in our relationship yet. These are important things to think about!!
So I turned around said bonjour! and our conversation went a bit like this-
Old cute barber: Vous etes anglais? (Are you British?)
Me: non, je suis americaine. (I think you can guess what this means)
The normal formalities- what are you doing here, where do you study.. yadda yadda.. I’ve got this convo down pat in French so it latest a mere minute or two. And then I heard about his three week trip to San Francisco in French/English that he had just gotten back from for a um five minutes. En suite, we discussed his daughter who was studying in New York. Yes, we just met, but this is normal!
After a couple hellos in passing, I brought him some little green tea cakes we’d made in class. And got a – ooo tres tres bien!!
So yes, I will miss my vieux friend the barber- but not because I depend on him for haircuts. haha!
*That green tree filled area right there across the street is the Champs de Mar!! Running happy dance!
oh and I’ll miss the full sized oven. Even though I only used it twice in the month and a half I was there. It’s always when you have something, that you don’t quite use it as much as you think you will!
*I want to get a new bedspread stat- I like pink, but this is way too much pink for me!
So,then there was last Saturday- oh hilarious Saturday. hahaha! ha… We were renting a car to drive up to Rouen but things didn’t quite go as planned. Several things happened all in a row and well, the short of it is, we didn’t quite make it out of Paris. er let’s say there was a forgotten driver’s license involved, a bit of trouble with a safety break that had us screeching around the parking garage, a mean rental agent calling me an idiot (pffff.. you stink too mister!), and another one saying he liked my laugh (what!?). So it was interesting to say the least. And no, I was not the one to forget my driver’s license. I told you, I’m a good traveler! haha. Tina and I did enjoy a car ride to her apartment though!
So that afternoon I had plenty of time to pack. And have a couple glasses of wine with Tina. And then move a couple of things, after said glasses of wine. I must say moving while a bit tipsy completely improves the experience and I would highly recommend it… especially when there’s 6 flights of stairs to go down with multiple massive suitcases. Er 7 suitcases/bags or something like that. 😀 Thanks Tina!
Sunday morning and we were up early! Ready to finish moving! Two more hauls and we’d be done- except there was a problem. On our way up the stairs at my new metro stop, Ecole Militaire, there were tons of people, hoards of unmoving people, which for two girls struggling with suitcases was frustrating to say the least. A race happened to be going right down the street I lived on!! so cool! but nooo!!! not so helpful when moving. But we made it!! A break in the runners and we ran across the street to my new place. Tina was not impressed.
*That big ugly building to the left is Montparnasse.
A deep cleaning was necessary. One that took me two and a half days to complete… in spurts. And the kitchen… I avoided it for a day and a half it was so daunting.
– the sink was stopped up
– the freezer frozen shut and we soon found, without a door
– the refrigerator had a drawer filled with a inch of yellow water and things i don’t want to even think about
– dust and hair in the drawers
– a pile of wet towels on a shelf.. attention mold!!
– food crusted on the bottom of pans/plates/utensils (I know what you ate last week lady!)
– moldy shallots – you know how when they are past gone and dust actually billows up around them when they’re moved? yes that moldy.
That was just the start of it. It was just plain icky especially for someone who likes to leave a place in tip top shape. The bathroom was surprisingly clean…! curious..
I was exhausted but happy to have a place to live for the next 6 months especially after my apartment hunt that lasted almost a month.
After a massive purchase of cleaning supplies, scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees, unclogging a sink (do I have a new found calling as a plumber?) and a new shower curtain, amongst other things, it was spic and span sparkling.
It’s been a couple of days and it’s starting to feel like home. 🙂 Fresh flowers, a mini hairy coo, and a TCU flag will do that though.
It’s small- maybe 15 square meters squared but similar to the efficiency I had when I lived in Fort Worth. Size doesn’t bother me though unless I’m holed up for several days.
I only lost one thing during my move and that’s because it flew out the window. 😉 I hope the new tenant of my old apartment likes striped socks!