Finding my perfect Parisian home

I’d just like to have all my stuff under one roof instead of scattered across different time zones.

A brief rundown of everywhere I have lived in the past 12 months:

• September 2023: I left my flatshare in East London to move into my sister’s place in West London.

• October 2023: Two weeks later we had an argument and I moved out. I put all my stuff in storage and sublet a studio in Paris. 

• November 2023: I moved into my (other) sister’s attic bedroom in South East London. (I’d just like to thank the universe for giving me siblings on the property ladder, their success and thus my privilege are not lost on me.) 

• December 2023: After many damp and depressing flat visits I found a basement room in a house share in East London. 

• June 2024: I put my stuff in storage and moved to (another) sublet in Paris.

• July 2024: I moved back in with my West London sister but keep my stuff in storage just in case we accidentally have another argument. 

• October 2024: My stuff is still in storage. I move to Paris. 

Are you with me? 

Yes it’s chaotic. No, I don't love it. Admittedly there will always be an aspect of my life that will be unavoidably nomadic. I’m on tour, I gig up and down the country, I stay in hotels, I work out of a suitcase: that is the comedian lifestyle and the one I signed up to. I won’t pretend that I don’t love the fluidity and excitement that it brings but as with all things, there needs to be a balance. This year more than ever I have yearned for a place to call my own, somewhere I can put my feet up and relax into without feeling like the rug is going to be pulled from underneath me at any moment. I’d just like to have all my stuff under one roof so I don’t feel like there are pieces of me scattered across different time zones. By the time I turn 36 I’d like to own a piece, even just a single piece, of furniture.