It's a chosen path, selling our house and moving to France, wandering from housesits to rentals to friends’ homes to housesits, but it does wear on a person, especially my husband who did the heavy lifting -- literally -- carrying the suitcases up narrow French staircases. And, slowly, our belongings have started to expand, six glasses, then 12 glasses, sheets, towels, wine openers, cheese slicers, cutting boards. It's only normal.
When the apartment we thought we'd rented for the year didn't work out because of slow wifi, we knew we needed to make a change so we started looking for houses to buy. So we started looking in Quillan, the town we settled in last May.
Housing is inexpensive in Quillan. It used to be a more bustling town but the population is down now that the Formica plant is closed and it relies more on tourism than other industry.
Our requirements for a house were not many. We wanted a couple of bedrooms, good wifi and some outdoor space. It turns out that the really inexpensive houses, think 25,000 - 40,000 euros don't have outdoor space because they are in the middle of town -- those traditional French houses built touching the wall of the house next to them.
We looked at a few houses. Thought about going for an auction house as we scrambled to transfer money and get our documents in order, but then we instead chose a house just across the railroad tracks (the train doesn't run here anymore) with a small garden and a terrace.
|It can use a little powerwashing|
|The terrace is just off the office where I'll teach|
|Our future kitchen|
|This red marble is very common in our area|
|We'll probably put a wood burning stove in here.|
See the linoleum floor running into the fireplace? We lifted it up and guess what is underneath it?
|These gorgeous tiles are beneath the linoleum|
We have a twist wooden staircase that is pretty spacious for a French house.
|Just need to put our stamp on it.|
It's an exciting new step.