Settling in

Last month, as I had earlier warned you I would, I moved. Well, mostly these guys moved me, for which they have my eternal gratitude (and some treats coming their way).


So now I live in the 16th. Whenever I tell anyone that I moved from the 4th to the 16th, they ask "Pourquoi?" with a look of incredulity. The 16th is pretty "bourgeois"... most people I know move to the other, grittier, cheaper double-digit arrondissements. But this situation just worked out for me, since my friend Ju had a room to rent. Now I'm living with Ju and her daughter, and it's sort of like a sitcom pilot because I'm between them in age. Hilarity ensues.

Much hilarity, but also much insanity, ensues from the cat, Bowie. He will get into anything you leave out that is even remotely cat-accessible. And he will bite your ankles and wake you up with hungry cries at dawn. We love him anyway though. Enough to feed him and amuse him with the flashlight, in any case.


I started out being allergic to Bowie but that seems to have mostly gone away, hooray!