In early 2014, signs of a leak began to distort the wall in my entryway. It would take nearly two years and an order from the French courts before that leak would be stopped. For two years, I’ve had to watch my beautiful newly renovated Paris home deteriorate, and was forced to rent other apartments at my own expense while all this played out.
But in February, my court case was finally concluded—in my favor. Huzzah! And recently, I received the recommendation from the court expert that I am to be paid every single cent of the money owed me for repair costs, legal fees, and alternative housing. All of it. When I saw the total figure, I sat there, mouth agape in disbelief. Had I really spent that much?
Well, the end is in sight after a long, hard haul. My place has been dried out thanks to a powerful professional dehumidifier, and—alleluia!—the renovation is well underway.
Yes, the healing has begun.
When I first saw the work in progress, something inside let go: that fist of rage that had been there all along. My walls were being put back, smooth and new, where gaping wounds had been for years. The new walls were still raw, and needed to be painted, but they were gorgeous to me, just the same.
My home was being restored so quickly, with the workers making huge progress day by day. When I asked my contractor how long it would take from start to finish, he replied: “Three, four weeks, tops.” After 26 total months of looking at decay and destruction, my place would be restored in less than a month? The irony was enough to make me cry—if I weren’t so freakin’ happy.
With each part of my apartment that’s restored, I feel myself healing. At the lowest point, when I’d lost all hope, I’d even thought about selling my place, but now I’m excited to move back in. This re-renovation is a chance at renewal. I bought the apartment as a lurching act of hope after my mother’s death, but now, my life has expanded in ways I hadn’t expected, and I’m not the same person. So why not make my home over, too?
My friend Yann once said that the leak was my grief leaching out from the walls of my home. Now it’s time to let go of the pain of these last years. It’s time to let the healing begin.
A WORK IN PROGRESS: Scenes of a home being restored.
See the finished re-renovation, here.
Learn more about the journey that led to My (Part-Time) Paris Life in my memoir.
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Great work. It’s nice to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
LISA…so amazing….as Charlotte said on SATC…”oh I have earned that apartment”…..and so have you….all the new bits make it yours alone…congrats..can’t wait to see everything in it’s place. Enjoy!
Kudos ! We have some things in common. I know you worked at Time Inc. I worked at Time Magazine for about 25 years, now I am a freelancer. I am insane over Italy – and would love to live there one day – be it – renting during the summer — anything !!!! And two years ago my 40 yr. old cousin passed from cervical cancer, leaving a husband and beautiful six-year old daughter. This grief lives with me every day. I dream of a reprieve to a new environment, a new view outside the window. You’ve had a heck of a tough time with your apartment. I don’t think I would have had the courage. Once again, kudos to you. Be happy !
Ah, a fellow Time Inc-er! Yes many happy and sad things in common. I love Italy, too, and write about that in my book, how I always dreamed of living there yet somehow ended up in Paris. Going through the trials and tribulations in Paris didn’t take courage. I just kept walking through it, because I had no choice. And I worked on staying happy as I could through the process, keeping the faith as much as I could. There were many low points, for sure, but you just get through them. Let’s face it, it’s just an apartment; it’s not cancer. I know you know what I mean. Everything in perspective.
So happy for you that you’ve gotten your beautiful apartment back.
It must have been like waking from a nightmare.
Although, some of the alternative housing you found (and shared) was quite lovely.
On my way back to the States after a week in Paris. I miss it already.
Bonne chance on your new adventures.
Yes, very well put! And yes, I was very blessed to be able to experience other areas of Paris and other apartments.
Back to the goodness Lisa!! Congrats on a new chapter of your Paris life.
Thank you! Woohooooooo!!!!
Congratulations! Your renovation looks amazing! Great job. I’ve read your story (and watched HHI) and I am very happy that your hard work and perseverance has finally paid off.
Hooray! At last!
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