Rue Greuze

Ladies and Gentlemen, its official...we have found housing in Paris! Almost anyone I have spoken with in the past four months has heard at least a snippet of our unfortunate housing-search situation. Most were baffled by the fact that the neither my own university nor the university I will be attending in Paris were very willing or able to help in locating a place to live for the duration of my studies. Nobody was more baffled (or outright pissed off) than the four frustrated Tulane girls and their frazzled mothers who had been frantically searching for apartments as the date of our departure loomed. Countless emails were sent discussing the merits of countless apartments, only to rack up countless excuses as to why an apartment was snapped up just as we sent in our rental forms.

But I will put all that behind me and look towards my future: I will be living in a two-bedroom, one bathroom apartment (55 meters squared) with three other girls. With my American naivety I am unsure of what 55 meters squared actually looks like, but I am remaining positive and hope it is at least big enough to fit all of our suitcases. I admit I am not the cleanest person on the planet (please no comments from the peanut gallery) but I will in fact be living with one of the neatest and most organized people I have ever met. The situation does sound like something out of a bad evening sitcom but I have given my word that I will be clean and I intend to keep that promise...at least until I post pictures of the apartment for you all to see.

We are located in the 16th arrondissement, (neighborhood) and apparently I'm very close to the Eiffel Tower. I have yet to pronounce the word arrondissement correctly but have had an entertaining time trying. I have full confidence that I will be able to entertain the people of Paris with my apparently hilarious attempts at pronunciation. What better way to gain pity at my language deficiency than to make them laugh!