Chez moi

Today I finally made the move to my new apartment. Following an early-morning walk-through with the leasing agent, it was officially mine. Though I had previously been through the apartment twice, I was pleasantly surprised by a couple things. First, the interior was much newer than I recalled (apparently it was completely renovated in 2007). Second, there was much more space than I remembered (it seems the previous tenants had a ton of stuff that took up a lot of room).

My furniture and other belongings arrived around noon and were delivered by an interesting duo: Marcello – a lanky and loquacious Italian – and Ivan—a native Swiss who seemed to be a big fan of the American ‘tween pop music that blasted from an apartment nearby. For better or worse, my worldly possessions fit into a relatively small moving truck that Marcello and Ivan were able to efficiently unload in 30 minutes flat. I guess I’ll take comfort in not being burdened by having too much stuff.

As my French was better than Marcello and Ivan’s English, the unpacking / furniture set-up process definitely tested my speaking proficiency (not to mention their patience) and ultimately required a fair amount of pointing and gesturing. Fortunately, everything worked out and by the time that they left the apartment it was actually looking somewhat like a home. That said, a number of boxes remained that realistically won’t get unpacked until the weekend.

All in all, I have to say that I’m pretty excited about the apartment. Though I really enjoyed my temporary one, it’s nice to finally be reunited with my stuff and have a bit more of a permanent feel with my accommodations.