I’m not sure if that should be the new blog name (nah, too much effort to change it) because guess who’s moved to Paris? Me!!!!! And yes, I reused the photo from a previous post, but since the last few weeks have been a non-stop marathon, I think I’m allowed to.
Yup, after less than a year of studying and living in Grenoble, I’ve packed my bags (and my cat) to move to the biggest, busiest, loudest, and most expensive city in France! I’m also hoping that it will be fun, delicious, and exciting. I’ve been living here for two days, and so far so good. My cat also seems to approve.
Now let me just write a few words about the last three weeks. In many countries, such as Canada, moving to a new city is stressful, expensive and time-consuming. It’s a bit of a headache, actually. In France, moving to a new city is more like a head-on collision with a truck. Except that the truck is only running from 10am to 3pm and you need to make sure that you have all your paperwork ready for the crash.
I’m going to give a little insight into what it takes to get an apartment in Paris. It’s the polar opposite of getting one in Montreal, where you show up, pay the first month’s rent and sign the lease. If it’s a really nice building, they may even do a credit check. The first time that I got a credit check for an apartment, I thought, why are these guys being so nosey?
In Paris on the other hand, you need to have a good job (that pays 3 times the cost of rent), show the last 3 months of paychecks (how are you supposed to do that if you’ve moved to start a new job?), not be on a trial period at work (again, what about starting a new job?) have guarantors in case you can’t pay your rent (so even with a job that pays 3 times the cost of rent they still don’t trust me?) and give them your first born child. No, just kidding, any one of your children will do.
Great, so even if you somehow manage to have all of these papers, that doesn’t mean that you’ll be able to get the apartment that you want. That’s because everyone here is so desperate to get an apartment that they are usually gone within a few viewings. That means that if you’re like me and need to come up a few days later from another city, you’ll be getting lots of emails saying that the apartment has already been taken.
This all sounds pretty depressing, but there is a happy ending to this story. I found an apartment and no, I didn’t have all the crazy paperwork that was needed. It’s not the fanciest place and it’s not overlooking the Eiffel Tower or the Louvre or the Champs Elysées, but it has a terrace and there is a bakery around the corner. In the end, that’s all I really need. Woot woot! Starting a new life in Paris!
Since I was running around from admin office to admin office, I didn’t lug around my big camera. However, I’ve become a really big fan of Instagram lately (let’s not get into the love/hate debate on that…but feel free to follow/love me), so here are a few photos: