I need to get myself a scooter or a motorcycle or, at least, a boy with a motorcycle. This morning I went to look at apartments in the four corners of central Paris and we did the viewing with me sitting on the back of the real estate agent's motorcycle. I actually decided after seeing the first flat that that would be the best, but it was worth looking at the others just for the city tour on two wheels; there is something immensely satisfying about whizzing past cars and buses stuck in the early morning traffic jam.

Somehow I feel happier today. Maybe because I got paid yesterday - the first time in over half a year I made some money and I feel valued, at least superficially. Maybe because I am going home for the weekend and will get to see my brother as well. Maybe because I will be able to wear THE shoes at the wedding I will go to on Sunday. Maybe because there is light at the end of the tunnel on the apartment front. Maybe because I talked to someone I like.