Are You Really Moving?

1. Yes.

2. No, really. Yes. In 7 days, actually.


In a nutshell, M and I were talking a few months ago, and he said he'd really like to go back to France. We mulled over the idea of moving back to Paris, and I even contacted a few agencies in the city about places in the 11th and 19th. Then I happened to look at rentals in Normandy, and I realized it was possible to get a house (a HOUSE) for €500 a month. It was only a short leap to looking at fixer uppers.

We bought this car. Yes, it's hideous, but it runs well, and until you find a car for £600, mouth = shut.

"Too bad we can't just buy a house," I told M.

Too bad, indeed.

Enter an interesting conversation over a drive back from Scotland with someone who is in the same boat.

Oddly enough, crying children don't make for fun camping trips.

I came home from Scotland and said to M, "Let's try to do this." I think he has just given up on rationality where I'm concerned, so he just sort of shrugged and nodded. I started researching furiously, and came across the Poitou-Charentes region, and a highly recommended estate agency with all sorts of decaying houses. I was sold.

So we planned a trip to the village, Confolens, to look at a few properties. We really didn't know what we were walking into. As it happened, THIS is what we were walking into:


Well. That certainly needs a bit of work. So we kept looking. The third house we viewed needed work. I'm not going to lie. . .it does need a lot of work. But it was fun, and the village was cute, and it's cheap, so why not?

Why not, indeed.

So we put an offer on it. That offer was accepted, we put down our deposit, and the rest will work itself out.

I know you're probably at least mildly curious what we got ourselves into. So, without further ado, the Great Townhouse Wreck of Confolens:

Hint: It's the one with the green "Le Rasoir" shop. That's ours, too!

Not so bad from the outside. . .And the shop is in pretty decent condition. We're going to convert it into a living room/guest room.


The shop area even has its own toilet, which we're going to convert into a bathroom. It, erm, needs a little work. Because right now, it sort of looks like a toilet for dead people.


But that's ok, because there is a fully functioning bathroom upstairs. Isn't it lovely? Just look at that wallpaper!


But the bones are pretty good, and there is a lot of potential.


Alex gets his own room, which is huge. . .


And Ava gets her own room, which is not so huge. . .


They even get their own bathroom, which isn't really much of anything yet.


Best of all. . .we have a gigantic attic! It's going to be a playroom! When it doesn't look like a breeding ground for tetanus, of course.

That's only half of it.

Are we crazy? No, that's silly.

That would be the other half.

For all of this grand luxury, we're paying a total of €200/month, or about $275, including property taxes.

I'm told this is a kitchen. I have my doubts.

Yes, it's a bit random, I guess. I'm sure it seems unexpected. But if you think we're going into this blindly. . .well, then you don't know me very well. ;)

So the third evolution of the never-updated blog is taking place. Now you get to come along as we fix up our house in France and I commute back and forth to London pretty much so once a month (for less than a monthly tube pass). Questions? :)