Finally...I have a chez moi.

Yay!
Alright,
so I've been a bit homeless for the past two weeks. Wandering from hostel to apartment in search of a place I can consider my humble abode. So after viewing a few places (one of which had a toilet literally in the shower...) I found the perfect place!
A little arm twisting was needed for the guy to rent to a foreigner.
There was a lot of eeeuuuuhh(s) (you know how the French say) but between Tessa, the agency lady, and I we all convinced the gaullois-smoking film producer to give me the keys. 
It's right smack dab in between the Eiffel Tour and Les Invalides (Tessa says it's because I'm an invalid).
Now I'm just waiting for it all to be a scam and for someone to randomly come into the apartment while I'm taking a shower.
I'll let you know if anything of the sort comes to pass. 
à bientôt.

Strep Say What?

Okay, so as beautiful as Paris is, I'm pretty much stuck inside dying of strep. Gonna go to the doctor tomorrow. Second strep in 6 month. Ridiculous.
Cameras dead right now, but I'll upload pictures in the next few days. They'd be lame now anyhow. Mostly just pictures of me glaring at the bottom of the top bunk. So instead I'll let you guys look at this scary diagram of my throat. Eeeew.

Packing

So I've given in. This is my first blog post for all of the amazing people I know who love the pursuit of experiencing other cultures, speaking languages that make you feel impassioned, and the constant need for love in this world.

Cliché enough?

T

Almost Done.

 

 The only two impractical things that I packed...