They were envious, all of them. Whether Parisians or Californians, they said: « Hey you’re pretty lucky to be moving to the south of France for work ». The Marseille- Aix en provence region to be exact. Yeah, I knew the area was sunny, gorgeous, with tons of shops and cultural activities, I knew that. I also knew we were NOT finding any homes to rent around Aix en provence in May or June, so I was not as excited about the idea as I should have been…
We finally found a house to rent in the end, at the end of June. We were supposed to move in in July- it was about time! Only thing is, the house was occupied until… September 3rd. And holiday seasons ends in August, both for work and for school. Our children were going back to school August 29 to be exact. After a few days, we were able to negociate an August 25 move in date, but by that time, our movers had filled all their delivery slots and we could only get our things delivered August 27th.:-/
On top of this, we were expected on the other side of France, about 7 to 8 hours away by car, for a wedding in the family August 30 th! Yes! How convenient. So we barely had time to open up some boxes before we hopped into the car for a day-long drive, slept, went to the wedding, slept, and drove back the following mornig.
Finally, we could look forward to a weekend’s worth of unpacking, before school started and work started again…And we unpacked, threw away yet more things, and put the remaining items away ever so neatly.
Now, we didn’t have a phone line at that time. Did I mention the house is brand new? Although this could sound as a positive point, here it translates into: it don’t work yet. No phone, no TV antenna, unfinished cupboards, water mysteriously seeping through the floor in various rooms…
The phone story, still unraveling at the time of writing, could make a hilarious Charlie Chaplin movie. Enter the phone company technician. Which, by the way, in socialism-ridden France, is NOT an employee of France Telecom, the monopoly provider for land lines, but an outside contractor. Well well. So much for state-sponsored entreprises with generous worker conditions.
Phone technician is a comical character- if you don’t have to depend on him. He never comes at the time of the appointment, never appologizes, always complains about the way the wires were laid, about the way his colleague works, and can’t refrain from SHOUTING in your home.Poor guy, he was out of luck with us. After two unsuccessful tries at trying to locate where to link the house to the phone network, and beaucoup de moaning and complaining, we find out the needed elements had been buried in the ground and covered with grass… Believe it, it’s true. So he comes back a third time, and there, succeeds in linking the house to the main network, but…Alas, there is a problem on the other side now, with the main network. And so ten days after having started to pay rent on a house in the middle of nowhere, we are still phoneless, with limited hope of ever having access to such a modern luxury.
I’ll spare you the details on the green pool water we had to deal with the day of the signing, the real estate agent who counts the number of lightbulbs in the house, should we steal them, but cannot explain how anything in the house works, the 20 page move-in inventory (for an unfurnished, four bedroom home)…I’ll also pass on the high tech dishwasher we mastered after two days of head bashing and a call to the owners, who knew the ‘ trick’ to get it to finally start, as well as having no washing machine for 7 days after the movers damaged it.
I will say the countryside is beautiful, the weather wonderful, and our neighbours very welcoming.
Let’s just say, moving in in Aix en Provence, and in the South of France in general, is something which has to be earned.