Well, I have been very bad. I have not written in a week. While I was waiting for my visa, which i have now got (yipee!) I took a short-term contract at an ad agency here in Melbourne, on account of sheer boredom.
And it worked, boy is my boredom cured. But now I’m severely suffering from the ‘bloody tired’ syndrome – something i find usually affects people in the first few weeks of new jobs, while brains are still acquainting themselves with work.
So, dear readers, I am sorry for being so slack, but at least i am not neglecting this page due to sunning myself on St Kilda beach! (But I might, given the opportunity, I can admit that.)
So i am back to Paris shortly, and am madly trying to find somewhere to live. A new colocation. Tricky. Very tricky. Tricky enough to find a place when you are actually IN Paris. A near impossibility when you are searching from another continent. I am just really missing my own ‘things’ though, if you know what I mean. I so desperately want to have somewhere to come back to straight away, somewhere to hang up all my clothes, line up all my little cosmetic bottles and stick up all my little pictures. I don’t want my friends to have the burden of me lying on their sofa/mattress/kitchen table etc while i search and search when I get back. I have only just formed my friendships in my new home I don’t want to go cutting them off at the neck now.
So I persist.
I write email after email after email to the fellows and lasses on craigslist and all those other sorts of ‘english speaking’ websites. Selling them the benefits of living with an Australian who has a job and likes to cook. Dealing with the excitement of waiting for them to write me back, and then the rejection of realising it’s been 2 weeks and it may just be that they ain’t gonna write me back.
There have been a couple of winners too. One girl had a great place near Voltaire, she thought it was too hard with the me in Oz thing, but we’re friends on facebook now – life’s still got its upsides ‘eh. I wrote to one girl tonight who has a spare bedroom right next door to the Buttes Chaumont – my favourite place in Paris. Hate to be hopeful but geez I really hope this one writes back to me!
It’s also rare to find a colocation without a cat these days. What is with that?
So, my friends, I ask you. Have you been struggling with these issues too? Have you found a new place on your first go?
Any tips, comments, stories, suggestions?