Four years ago, on St. Patrick’s Day, I found the tiny apartment that would change my life. I’d arrived in Paris for one day, saw six apartments, and picked one of them. Just like that. Impulsive? Impetuous? Oh, yes. But I was a desperate woman who’d just lost her mother to cancer, and I’d somehow convinced myself that only an apartment in Paris would make me happy again.
Did it make me happy again? Actually, that apartment made me happier than I’d ever been. Buying the apartment was the bravest thing I’d ever done, and it changed me from the ground up. Fast forward four years, and I now split my time between New York and Paris, something that would have been unthinkable a few years ago. My tiny apartment inspired this blog, an episode of House Hunters International, and a book for Thomas Dunne Books/St. Martin’s Press coming out this October.
Of course, those of you who’ve been following along know that Paris homeownership hasn’t all been rosy for me. A devastating leak from my upstairs neighbor’s shower (that only the French courts could force him to fix), has kept me out of my Paris home for nearly two of the four years that I’ve owned it. Lately, I’d been contemplating selling it as is, and moving on. Especially if the court case didn’t go my way, which was looking more likely.
But things did go my way. The court expert finally concluded the case, finding the owner above me 100% responsible to pay my damages and other related expenses. Alleluia.
Now, I’m deep into planning the re-renovation of the apartment—shopping for parquet, tile for the bathroom and yes, that new kitchen. Looks like I’m staying. Four years later, I’m back where I started, with an apartment under construction.
Or maybe I’m starting again. I’ve gone too far to go back to where I started. I’m starting again from where I am now. Making my dream home even better than when I found it four years ago. Like my life.
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Cover image courtesy of HGTV.