Life at № 42
This is our eighteenth month at number 42. It’s very little time, but the town seems to be changing already. Businesses are opening left and right. There’s a whole new commercial centre with an excellent bakery, a fantastic greengrocer and a Picard. Last month the town also got a sushi place with an Asian mini-market attached to it.
They’re building some sort of new factory in the industrial area and a massive new home improvement store. In a Europe where we hear of doom and gloom all the time, Mazamet seems determined to defy both. Excellent. This is all accompanied by a bump in asking prices for both homes and rents (which I follow closely for obvious reasons.)
When we were buying number 42 and the apartment blocks, people were looking at us as if we were insane. How unsavvy to buy in such an unstable market, why don’t you wait? 🙂 Except, of course, buying in a serious slump can be a great move if one is patient. And even though one isn’t actually patient, various life expectancy calculators (I’ve tried) insist I’m still going to be alive for a rather considerable amount of time. Perhaps more years than I’ve already lived.
I have to admit I find that profoundly disturbing. The idea of another 38 years exhausts me. Utterly.
AND WILL LARISSA N. TAKAHASSI PLEASE STOP FOLLOWING THIS BLOG EVERY DAY! IT’S OBVIOUS YOU’RE JUST TRYING TO PROMOTE YOURSELF BY FOLLOWING PEOPLE.