I have spent weeks trying to narrow down the best spot for us to live. The plan is to be as close to the school as possible, but also cost is a factor as I am on a fixed income for 5 months. I made a slight mistake in the process when I sent information over to an immobilière. I was ignorant of the fact that this French real estate agent would immediately initiate a contract for me to sign. This led to some less than sweet emails from him but I apologized profusely and requested to speak with him via an international call. Apparently, my phone plan is set up to do this without extra charge. Maybe I am paying to much on that one…? Anyway, I called him, speaking in my French-English mix so that I do not appear utterly ignorant and tried to remedy any sour feelings. He told me he has lived in Aix his entire life and that he would show me the area when I like, when I arrive. He again urged me to get the apartment, and I gracefully told him that I will need to continue to review all options. Over all, the conversation was smoothed out and I ended the call feeling like I had accomplished my first feat of international diplomacy. Oh, such small victories!
Earlier in the week, I showed the kiddo pictures from the French school’s cafeteria. They have their own Facebook page, for goodness sake! Our mouths watered and our eyes grew. With each delightful photo, accompanied with a description of the local ingredients, we gleefully dreamed together about our taste buds playing in the future. He is getting excited, I think. But it is so hard to determine this when he too busy trying to be a cool tween boy on the brink of massive brain and body growth. I do believe, however, that this journey to France with him, will change our lives forever, and for the better.
Currently, I am waiting to hear back from university housing, crossing fingers and hoping that they could offer accommodations that are more fitting for both my budget and my work.
Aix in History
Here’s something else: there is a building in Aix that has something unique engraved on its railings. It used to be a brothel. Now, people live there in regular, boring apartments.