So the past weeks of our lives have been filled with house hunting adventures. We were lucky enough to have been allocated a moving consultant who was able to sift through listings and provide us with rides to the places we need to see, but it was still a frenetic experience.
Here’s one example from today’s trip. After arriving back at the office, I mentioned to someone that we were considering living towards the end of the tramline near Rozelle or Leichardt. “Aaron lives out that way,” he said, “Aaron, what do you think of your area?”
“Oh, it’s great! Certainly better than the last place we lived. We do have a bit of a problem with slugs.”
“Oh, I don’t mind if there are slugs in the garden. Just a bit of salt and beer will take care of that.” said I.
“No, no, not in the garden. In the house. The houses in that area aren’t sealed very well, and it’s quite moist, so we frequently find slugs in like the living room, or crawling up the kitchen walls. They aren’t that bad.”
“Oh yeah, you gotta watch out for slugs. I knew a girl who ate a slug when she was little. She got a brain parasite and lost an eyeball.”
Then the people around me went on to warn me about the dangers of slugs, snails and other land based gastropods. Apparently the slugs around sydney can carry really nasty bacteria that will cause brain parasites, meningitis, encephalitis, etc. Because they are slow moving, occasionally crawlers and toddlers will catch/lick/eat them and run into problems. Wonderful.
So that’s a no to Leichardt and Rozelle for slug related reasons.
Pyrmont: “Jeremy lives in Pyrmont. He normally drives in, but he had his car stolen from there this morning. Don’t worry, he’ll get it back.”
Glebe: “Jon lives in Glebe.” “Didn’t he have his car stolen too?” “No, that was Tom. Jon’s car was set on fire.”
Pott’s Point: “Oh man, that’s a super nice area. Don’t walk more than a block past the metro station though; you’d likely to get stabbed by a heroin addicted transvestite” (I’m told that this is an exageration; the stabbings have lessened a great deal since the 90s, and the heroin addicts moved out to Wooloomooloo, and the Transvestites are rather upstanding.)
Wooloomooloo: This is where my recruiter suggested I live. See previous comment about Pott’s Point.
Bondi, Clovelley, Coogee: Overpriced. Low transit. 2 hours of bonus commute time during peak hour.
And the list goes on.
I think this is a chronic problem with Sydney dwellers. Everyone shares the same opinion that where they live is amazing, but the guy next to them lives in a dilapidated former whorehouse with cockroaches for curtains. I guess the real goal is to find a place where the roaches match the cushions and you’re golden.
A couple weeks back I quit my job and bought 2½ one way tickets to Sydney.
From the people I’ve talked to in the last few weeks, I guess this was seen as a bit of a surprise, but this was a long time coming. Sarah and I first started contemplating a variant of this plan back in October 2010 (or maybe October 2008, depending upon how far you want to dig).
You see, when we first moved to France, we made a choice to stay here for at least two years, no matter how homesick, down or lonely we may get. We didn’t set a max, but the government gave me a three year visa, expiring in November 2011, that seemed to make a pretty good upper boundary.
So, last October we hit our two year mark, and we started asking ourselves how much longer we really wanted to stay. We didn’t feel totally done in Europe, but we knew that if we stayed one more year, it would easily cascade into six – in 2011 I would renew my visa to 2014, at which time I could apply for a passport, and in 2016 I would qualify for a French pension. But were we really happy here? Well, kinda yes and kinda no. Once the consumerism withdrawal subsided, we noticed that the quality of life in France is exceptionally high and we came to really appreciate a lot of things about living here. However, not everything was rosy. There were a number of negative things in our lives at that time as well, things that I won’t get into publicly – some were due to the environment, some due to work, and some were social. And finally, we really wanted to do the kid thing, and while we were happy to raise children in France from 6 weeks to 6 years we didn’t really want them born or educated in France.
So, with all of that, we devised a plan.
- Leave my job via a 1 year sabbatical.
- Move to an English speaking country (other than Canada, USA, England, or South Africa).
- Find a job.
- Have a kid.
- Find a new, better apartment in France and move back.
On Saturday, we managed to move just about everything from Apartment A to Apartment B – with a quick pass by two intermediary apartments to relieve them of their furniture.
All in all, things worked quite well. We had two friends, and two hired hands helping us out. This is the first time that I’ve hired someone to help me move, and my back would definitely do it again; although, I’d be a little more careful with our timing… a tight timeline led to a little bit of carelessness with some pieces. For the most part we should be able to buff out the problems, and a little bit of glue or drycleaning should resolve the remaining issues.
In any case, we are just about moved. As our appliances won’t arrive until closer June, we’ve opted to continue living in the old apartment for the next few week or so, after which we will make the switch to the new place. During that first week of June, we may be a little incomunicado, depending upon how long it takes to reconnect our internet and phone lines.
Also, if anyone needs the new address, just shoot me an email.
Today, we are moving into the new place. Not completely, but mostly. All of our stuff will leave this apartment today (save for a suitcase of clothes, some cereal, and a cat) in a truck bound for Levallois. We managed to score a good deal on a moving sale, and will be picking up an apartment worth of furniture this afternoon. The only thing missing will be the fridge (Coming June 1) and stove.
So, after waiting for 23 days, the landlord that we had applied to out in Levallois has FINALLY called us back. Normally, I wouldn’t have the patience to wait this long, but this place is pretty amazing.
It has rooms (two of them!), is 20% larger, and 10% cheaper than the place we have now, and it’s six blocks from both my office, and the Women’s and Children’s hospital. There’s a garden view out back, and a balcony that overlooks a park in the front. It’ll be a little costly to move into as we will have to buy new furniture and appliances, but we are keeping our fingers crossed that we can find someone who’s having a moving sale to keep our costs down there.
We haven’t signed the papers yet, but if everything goes well, we should be in a new place before the end of the month.
We’ve been looking for a new place for a long time now, and we’re getting better at it. Certainly it helps having some external motivation by means of baby. I think that finding a place really just requires a more French oriented mindset than we had before. That is to say, approaching the problem with a longer view, more patience, better French languages skills and a little bit of flirtatious story telling thrown in for good measure.
So, what do you have to do to actually find an apartment in Paris?
- Be patient. There are good apartments in Paris, but they appear rarely, and disappear quickly.
- Be persistent. Look at the listings on various listing services every, single, day. Call when something appears as soon as possible, and don’t be shy about pressuring the agent on the other end.
- Speak French. If you call and are obviously a foreigner you have a very high chance of being hung up on (this is true for most of the French service industry). Expats make great tenants, but they also make for frustrating conversations. Sarah has been calling the agency for every call, which is paying off in spades. Each time she calls her French is better, and she is way more confident.
- Save up. It’s expensive, there’s no doubt about it. The French perform most large financial transactions by saving up for a long time, waiting for the right moment (and the perfect product) to come around, and then making a large one time outlay. The feeling is that it’s better to buy the right thing once, than to mess around with several bad options, and that it’s OK to save for when that right day comes.
- Think about it as an investment – or a vacation. If you are looking for a place for a short time, like a years worth of school, then spend like it’s a vacation. Spend more on an awesome place, or spend less on a crummy place that you know you are going to leave soon anyhow. If you are sticking around, then look for a place as if you will live there for 10 years. Don’t settle for good enough; invest in something that will last.
- Flirt a little. Maybe this means batting your eyelashes, or maybe it just means telling a joke, or a story, but no matter what, it’s critical that you make a connection. French people are taught from a young age to distrust strangers (a very broadly defined term), and you need to break that stranger barrier if you are going to have the landlords trust you enough that they will rent to you.
- Bring your dossier. Flirting will get you only so far; you also have to prove that you’re not a deadbeat. This is where the dossier comes in. A good dossier includes photocopies of your identity cards (or passport photos), previous years income tax statements, last 3 pay stubs, utility bills, references, etc. Many people will also ask for a guarantor (which we don’t have) and bank details. It’s basically an invitation for identity theft, so it took us a little bit of getting used to before we could be this open with a total stranger. In retrospect, I’m sure that we lost some great apartments in the past because we had a substandard dossier.
I’m sure there other tips, but these have helped a bunch already. We started our hunt formally about a month ago, and we’ve already been to see three places (well, two, we forgot to bring the address to one of them, so we just had a sandwhich and went home), and put a bid in on one. That might not sound like a lot, but it feels like a big win for me.
To give you an idea on hit percentage, on the first day of searching, two friends and I hit the streets to visit a few agencies and see what they had. Six hours and more than 30 agencies later, I had one listing worth looking at. I offered to leave an information sheet with a few of the agencies, so that they would call me if something came up, but they just looked at my search terms and told me that it was impossible (French for difficult).
On the internet side, I’ve been searching, and Sarah’s been calling, each day for the last three weeks. We started out only looking on the two most popular sites (Seloger, and PAP), but since expanded our search to include a few others, most reliably La Foret and A Vendrer, A Louer. We’ve been burned a number of times by waiting too long (2 hours) to call. The best places go up and come down within 4 hours. By checking, and calling, a few times a day we are getting much further along in the process.
It’s a tough market, but we are making progress, and it’s just a matter of time before I get to write about “House Hunting in Paris – the Great news!”