Monday, June 15, 2009

A moving condundrum

Here we go again....

So, I'm moving to England at the end of the summer. What else is new? I've moved house - and often country - every single summer since 1992. I'm an old hand at it now. I should just be glad that the body of water between me and the new location is relatively small. And that pain au chocolat are just a one-hour flight away.

The question remains, still, about whether MCM will be joining me or not. He had a great interview today for a job in Paris; unfortunately, it turns out to be only a short-term position to cover someone's maternity leave. "That's okay," he said over the phone, calling to report after the interview, "I could stay in Paris for a few more months and join you after." Right, that's true. But consider these facts:

1. My new employer is paying for my move. Thank goddess!
2. We have furniture which we don't want to sell or give away (along with enough books to open our own school or bookshop).
3. Apartments in the UK can be furnished, unfurnished or semi-furnished.
4. Apartments in Paris are rarely furnished.
5. If MCM were to get this job, he could end up finding another job in Paris after. Or not.
6. If we moved all our stuff to England, MCM could rent a vacation or short-term furnished apartment in Paris for a little while. But if he ended up staying in Paris after, we'd have to get new furniture for a new apartment for him.
7. If MCM stayed in Paris with all of our stuff and then didn't get a job after, we'd have missed out on the chance for my new employer to pay for our (expensive) move.
8. MCM might not get this job. He might get another, permanent job in Paris instead. Or not. Or both. Or whatever.
9. I can't remember if I took my vitamin or not this morning. Maybe I should switch to the gingko biloba formula.

I know that I am making wild hypotheses based on lots of what-ifs and maybe-who-knowses. It just goes to show that a little bit of logic and analytical research methods can be a dangerous thing.

Or maybe it's France rubbing off on me... I recently went to attend my *mandatory* French Civic Training day - required of all resident permit holders. I showed up at 9am on the appointed day to find that I had been given the wrong date. There was no course that day, the confused (but very kind) staff told me; my letter was wrong, and it was not my mistake. Okay, I understand. I wrote to the office in charge of scheduling to explain the mix up. They have now replied to me, warning me that I was not present at the training day, reminding me that it is obligatory, and assigning me another date. I'm now writing to them to explain that I was not trained because there was no training. I'm tempted to write that, out of respect for French culture and traditions, I actually was present through my absence, or that I attended what Baudrillard might call a simulacra of a training day (an exact replica for which the original no longer exists), or that I was on holiday, or that I was on strike, or that hell is other people. C'est normale. C'est tout a fait normale. What do you think?


  1. I wish I did know your name in real life (although I'd cover for you under this circumstance). You are hilarious. You are obviously a writer.

    If you're not, change careers asap.

  2. Tish Jett, you're awesome.

    I am in fact a writer, of sorts - an academic one. I'm quite sure that my academic writing is not very funny. At least, not intentionally so.

    You've reminded me that I promised myself I'd write a novel this summer - you know, like, while I'm moving? It's going to be awesome. I've had the idea for a while and I figure there's no worse time to do it than now.

  3. I've just come across your blog & been enjoying it and now you're off to new adventures! (good luck!) Have you decided on the fate of the Accidental Parisian yet?

  4. Yes, do it, do it, do it. There is never a worse time than right-this-minute as far as I'm concerned.

    The sole reason I'm doing my blog is because my agent told me it was the only way "to get out there" . . . Had I know there are billions of blogs I never would have started.

    I take it I don't add you to my favorites list because you might be over-and-out?

    Last thing: you remarked you had gotten a lot of hits from readers searching for advice on what to wear to French weddings. I continue to get hits from a piece I did on women wearing men's V-neck cardigans which I hedlined: "Cross Dressing." Apparently it's more of a fashion movement than I realized though surely the other way around.

  5. Hey AP- my, you do have a predicament! I too, have enjoyed reading about your time in Paris and fully expect you to continue with your postings from across the Channel- along with getting ready for the new job and writing your book. If you are like your father, you don't need much sleep anyway!!
    Love, favorite aunt named Mary

  6. You have moved every year for the last 17 years?? Good heavens. You either have a very zen detachment from possessions, or you must be a real pro at packing and organisation. (I am neither of these things, and I am already quaking at the thought of moving in a couple of months)
    I am sure that you and MCM will sort something out.

  7. Ah, French art form in continual flux. What won't they think of next?

    I empathize with your what-iffing; I'm the sort that does that analysis at 1 am, lying in bed when I should be asleep. I say, move it all now; MCM can get a furnished apartment or buy some cheap Ikea stuff & sell it later. You need as much hassle as possible this summer to inspire your writing muse.


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