Gentle readers (assuming I still have any after such a long absence), I'm back. Of course, it's been so long now that I don't even know where to begin, but somewhere back in the mists of time, I believe the last thing I actually posted about was my then-impending move, so let's start there...
Moving in Paris is a strange experience, as I've mentioned before ( Demenagement) - in this particular case it was even stranger. I was supposed to move into my flat on 1st July, but the only person I knew with an available vehicle wasn't actually available that day (a Friday) or that weekend, and I had to have my stuff out of the old place by then. What to do? Well, I was acquainted with the guy who was leaving the flat I was moving into and asked him if I could move my things in a week early. It wasn't a lot, but on the other hand, it's not a huge apartment and he also needed to pack up his own stuff, so it was really rather excellent of him to agree to this. So, on the 25th of June, Tiny Dancer's boyfriend showed up with his mini-van at 9am, we dragged my stuff down five flights of stairs, went to the new place, dragged my stuff up one (just one! yayyy!!!) flight, stacked it up in a corner and left. The whole thing was done in less than an hour, which I think is a record for just about anyone moving house...
Anyhow, so my things moved to the new apartment a week before I did. I stayed in the old place through the night of the 29th, and stayed at Tiny Dancer's place on the 30th. So, on 1st July, my actual moving date, all I had was a little carry-on and my laptop bag. So I moseyed on up to Montmartre, signed my lease and that was it, I was all moved into my very first official-lease-holding, living-on-my-own Paris apartment. More on that next time...
Welcome back!
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