Its last minute, its chaotic, its has absolutely no rhyme or reason ... but its miraculously efficient and gosh-darnit ~ a ton o' fun! Its like the clean up scene in Mary Poppins, only cooler.
Well, the day came to pack (most people take a couple weeks to do it) but I do it in a day! It is really not as easy to find cardboard boxes here in France. They are all shiesty with their boxes here. In the good ole US of A, all you have to do is ask your local store for their leftover boxes...here they look at you, spit on your foot and tell you that the government requires them to fill out a form to give you the boxes which must be accompanied by a form that has not yet been created that you, the needer of the box, must fill out.
No, but for real, you have to buy boxes here....and they are freakin 'spensive...like most everything else here in France. But there is a God and he is goo-ood, and at least the wine, cheese and foie gras are cheaper here.
Anywho...we bought some boxes....and began to pack
*The ubiquity that is Stephane
Stephane is one of those "planning" kinda people, does stuff in advance so as to be finished 2 days before it is necessary. He started packing his stuff like two weeks in advance and was secretly festering cause Ceci/Veronique is one of those people who does everything at the last second....Don't get me wrong, I always deliver - And its amazing quality & done 113% but it is done at the last possible second. And besides, every relationship needs to balance. And Stephane and I stood the test of all relationships....the moving test.....we did it without one fight.....well just one minor one cause I realllllllllly wanted to drive the moving van.....but Stephane won cause I didn't have a french driver's license. Boo. Sad face.
The living room....
The bedroom...
The bed....Don't know why I felt the need to take a picture of the bed....its not like you can pack it or anything...?
The "office"/ my shoe room ...
The hallway...
Dolce helping us clean up....
Packing is hardwork, one tends to fall asleep on the job....
or the stove....
or the john...(not the first time I have passed out on the john, *cough* college *cough* really drunk *cough* passed out in dorm bathroom *cough* pants still in the 'taking-crap-position' *cough* found by my roomate Meaghan *cough*)
Im not narcoleptic, just friggin packed in one day!
So we said our final goodbye or Au Revoir, as it were!
Made one last pose for the camera....
Walked out into the cold snow .... and headed off to Dijon!!
*View from the front door of our old apartment building
Stay tuned for the next entry...the journey to Dijon and the attack of the killer squirrel.
This is Veronique, the American formerly known as Ceci...signing out!
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