A couch sees the world

Moving, moving, moving. An excitement, a hassle, both, a nostalgic moment, all three of them and many more. I have moved all of my belongings back and forth (in the same big two suitcases I took to Vancouver when I left in 2008) for about seven times. Vancouver, Costa Rica, Vancouver, Costa Rica, Paris. Dorm room, house, townhouse, real house, dorm room, "apartment", apartment. Lived with so many people and slept in so many different bed, but I'm still not immune to the moving in-out sentimentality. I love it though, packing things gives you the chance to get rid of things you don't need anymore, and unpacking the opportunity to rearrange al your belonging in the most creative ways... like "Oh! I'm not gonna use this little container for my tights anymore, im gonna put it in the table and throw films in there! Or, or, wait, I'll put my make up there and the films in the one I was using for pencils!".

Little exciting moments in my life.

Now this move was a lot of fun, even though both Bridge and I were a little sick and yesterday it was so cold a coupe of days ago in Paris I heard from Bridge and Hjalte it snowed! (I was in La Rochelle). Before going to La Rochelle the boys (H and S) came over to the far away lands of Boulevard Saint Denis to help us move my beloved couch. I couldn't bear the idea of parting with the couch I so lovingly picked that beautiful autumn day in Ikea. It's been my partner day and night in the most infamous adventures and has seen the best and worst of me, so I had to take it with me to the new apartment.

The boys came over, got their hands dirty and we decided to just take it to Bastille on the metro. An officer caught us while trying to get into the Strasbourg-Saint Denis station and told us it was strictly "interdit" to bring furniture into the trains because of some "insurance issues".Fine, so we just decided to walk a couple of blocks and try again in République. This time we made it! Stairs up, down, roads, turns, and three étages later, we were in front of the little door with the Parlebas (landlord's last name) doorbell sign that is going to be my new home.

New couch seeing the world

Old couch to be moved to Rue de Lappe alley, la classe!

(picture from Sam's blackberry, I couldn't stand still, sorry for blur)

9 rue Saint-Sabin folks. An old comfort place, which used to be inhabited by the Hjalte-Signe duo and will now be the headquarters of the Waston-Salazar household.

A tribute to the former owners, skål!





And bye-bye Strasbourg Saint Denis. So many weird, creepy, fun, lazy, amazing times there, we will sure miss all the creepos out there in the Laverie, the scenesters in Chez Jannette and the cute lady in Cafe du Cœur. A tout!




Next on my blogging to-do list: La Rochelle and new apartment pictures, must organize stuff first though.