The Perfect Combination?

Yesterday David said that the apartment we looked at today was going to be the one. He is usually right, which is really annoying. Last night I couldn’t sleep trying to figure out how we were going to fit all our stuff in the Denfert-Rocheau apartment without it feeling cluttered and ghetto. And the other apartment was ok, but too far from the metro, and again, the living room, where we spend most of our time, wasn’t the right size or shape.

We both had a good feeling about this apartment. The guy was in the process of moving out, which means we weren’t competing with ten thousand other people, and it’s kind of nice to see a house with furniture in it because it’s easier for me to judge the size of the rooms. The movers joked and said that we have to use them when we move in. The guy moving out told me it was about 1500 euros. He was only moving 300 meters. So for us it would be even more because we are outside of Paris. So that’s a decision made. We will not be hiring movers. I find the process fascinating. This apartment was only on the second floor (that’ third floor for stupid americans like me), so it wasn’t as crazy to watch as when it’s higher up. Basically they raise and lower your stuff on a platform and move it through the window. This is easier than dragging stuff up two floors of spiral staircases or using a teeny tiny closet elevator. This bad thing is, this place has no elevator, which is ok day to day (great for the ass) but not so great when it comes to moving appliances. No cave either so David is going to have to get rid of stuff which is like pulling finger nails. He still has his cell phone bills from when he lived in California (all five years worth). And that collage he made when he was nine. And his old work ID from his first job. And don’t even get me started on the electronics. A ten year old MP3 player? Oh yeah, I’m sure we have at least two in one of the many, many boxes of wires and cables stashed all over the house.

The best part of this apartment is that it is a perfect combination of the two we looked at yesterday. A few blocks from the metro, a bathroom with a window so I can leave my plants in the tub when we go on vacation, one fireplace, room for a washing machine in the bathroom and great views and cute little balconies.

I knew it was perfect when I imagined my little cat sitting on the balcony watching the world go by. She’s never been to Paris. I think she will love it.

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2 Responses to “The Perfect Combination?”

  1. paw Says:

    Cats always help us make decisions.

  2. eMerly Says:

    true dat. David is the only guy Maza ever liked.

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