La belle France is fast approaching (24 days to be precise), and I have yet to find someone to put up with me for seven months. I’ve tried appartager.fr but due to the fact that I refuse to pay an obscene amount to become a member privilégié purely to send an email, I’ve had no luck. However, although I may not be privilégié, other keen Frenchies are, which means they are lucky enough to actually contact a member when they like what they see (ahem, housing wise…) Such members are 99% made up of forty year old men requesting me to live in a tiny two bed apartment in the mountains. Sorry Jean-Claude, but my momma taught me not to talk to strange men, let alone live with them.
So, moving onto plan B… I shall pack up my life in twenty-four days, travel down to Grenoble and become homeless until someone pities me enough to take me home with them. (Reminiscent of Sharikov in Heart Of A Dog - one for the Russians, who will know that this is NOT a wanted comparison!)
And if that fails, plan C: invite mum to come to Grenoble with me for 5 days, stay in a luxurious hotel because “we need a break", and force her to do the house searching for me. I like plan C best, so hotel has been booked, and trains are to follow - stopping off in Paris on the way. Who would have thought that even after two years of independent university life, I would need mummy’s hand when something new and strange comes along?
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