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On Good Friday we rent a car, fold down the seats, pile a bunch of stuff in the back until the rear view is blocked, pretend it’s not raining chats and chiens, like it is, and maneuver out into the 8pm Paris traffic of the four day weekend to cross the city. That was after picking up the car at Montparnasse train station where half of Paris was leaving with roller suitcases. That was after walking the length and back of the Montparnasse buliding which might fit into 4 football stadiums, only to find out the rental agency had moved outside to the avenue. That was after the morning of the same day, when I had been an hour late to pick up the first rental reservation, a pleasant walk around the corner, and had been told that regrettably my full-sized vehicle had already been rented, however, they had a cute Smartcar I could take. I had to walk back to the apartment to tell Andrew that we had no car to move our stuff. That was after he had worked 12 days straight on a very large project and had taken the day off for the move. That was after the casual day I had taken a glance around the St. Germain apartment and said, “This will be easy peasy… There’s not much stuff. Half day for the move, then we go hit a cafe in the afternoon.” Ha.

Have you ever had suspicions that your partner might want to chop off your head. The stuff which had looked so meager, so scarce on the shelves, in drawers and closets turned out to be a movers load. You know how we all have talents and gifts… well, it’s clear now, I lack the gift of tallying up cubic meters of goods and effects. The next day, we drove 8 times across Paris with our belongings. To be fair, it was only 3 car loads. A lot of it books including library books from the Paris libraries, and books recently bought, the members of our household sharing the same addiction to media, books, or anything involving good stories. Maybe we’ve bought a few clothes since we’ve been here too…

Point being that even though good Friday was not the greatest, the traffic circles a bit mad, the rain a bit much, the day a bit long, it was another new piece of the Paris life. We had looked at apartments online and in person and had debated and researched and gotten input. This was the moment it was happening. We were moving in! Most of our house had been delivered the previous week. Darty, Ikea, Orange internet, it’d been a week of Paris retailers running up our rue. So, the beginning of this holiday weekend, we were exhausted and our apartment looked like a rummage sale, boxes, bags, clothes everywhere, we had to figure out where we liked the couch best. But by Sunday, the sun was shining on the terrace, we’d already been over to the Bois in the morning and realized its beautiful potential for family outings, we’d carried home some outdoor chairs, and were all sitting out with the wind blowing through the trees, a cat jumping along a wall, a few drawers and shelves already full of our things… there was still the issue of the guitar in the bathroom, no other place to put it, but still…