What happened to me yesterday is totally crazy.
Would you believe me if I told you that:
I was moving to Paris, but had nowhere to go.
Still looking for accommodation. I packed just one bag with the bare minimum, the time to sort myself out.
I arrived in Paris by bus on Sunday at 11:45am. One suitcase full of dreams.
In a city known to be worst to find property to rent, I found a room at 12:47pm.
And the flat is 22min walk from the school.
Actually let me rewind a little bit…
because it gets even more crazy!
Since I received a spot at the International School of Theatre of Jacques Lecoq, I have been on a mission called abundance! The tuition fee is high and moving country comes at a cost.
Making money, and fast, has been my priority number one over the last 8 weeks.
From reciting positive affirmations to creating a crowdfunding campaign, to taking jobs right, left and centre… I haven’t had much sleep.
Both working hard, and not being physically present in Paris to do any viewings, I had no accommodation planned.
I was performing on Saturday night. Last job before the big day.
I arrived home and it was only around midnight that I sat down searching for a hostel.
My coach to Paris was leaving in a few hours and a dorm would do. Anything would do.
I tried a few websites, and every time I tried to make the payment, internet was crashing. By the time I logged in again, the dorms were full.
I took it as a sign.
I was exhausted. I had not been sleeping much for many days.
I needed rest, space and focus to start the course.
No way a dorm was an option for this new chapter.
A private room through Airbnb, at least for a few days would be much more suitable.
Even though it’d be more expensive, I needed proper sleep for a few days.
Most cheap rooms were already gone at such short notice.
There wasn’t much choice left.
Again, as soon as I tried to make the payment, the internet was crashing.
Time was ticking.
I still needed to pack my bag, and I had to wake up at 4:30am to catch the coach to Paris.
Finally… at 1.29am… the Airbnb website was back on.
I now just needed my request to be accepted.
The lady messaged me straight away… apologising.
My heart sank. She had made a mistake.
The room wasn’t free and she forgot to take the dates off the website.
She also sent me a message offering me to stay on her sofa bed in the living room for half price. She was so kind, she didn’t want me to be stuck.
I accepted. It was better than changing dorm and hostel every day of the week to come.
When I arrived at the flat, we had a bite and a cup of tea.
The landlady was so dynamic, joyful, and so kind. I told her my story.
She promptly said I was welcome to rent the room until January if I wanted to.
She hadn’t advertised it yet, and she was about to travel for family and business purposes.
She didn’t want the stress of having Airbnb guests during that time period.
She took a liking in me. She showed me so much care. I was speechless.
And so… this is how I am starting my new life chapter in Paris!!!
Moral of the story: develop trust.
Trust in your purpose, trust in your gut feelings, trust in your intuition.
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