So for the next couple of days, I quietly packed stuff in my room. A* had intended to bring the boxes to me on Friday night but got stuck in a three hour traffic jam. I was panicking a little because it was hard to pack from the position of being on my butt or on the crutches. She was finally able to make it on Saturday afternoon with the boxes.

P* also came on Saturday afternoon to take the crutches back to the local pharmacy and A* was bringing a pair from Boissy so that I could still get around.

Later that afternoon, my roommate came home and the first thing that she did was ask me if it was true that I was moving. I answered with a simple, yes. She then went off telling me how childish I was etc. etc. I just listened to her go on and on. To me, it wasn't worth an argument of any sort. She finally left the room but came back not to long after with the telephone in her hand. She told me that her dad wanted to talk to me. I didn't really want to but nevertheless took the headset in hand.

First he asked me if it was true and then he went on to tell me that I should be paying for the month of March as I hadn't given any notice. I told him about the sequence of events and how there had been no consideration given to me for my situation and there was no surety to how long I had. I explained that I had ben put in a position of terror and that this was not acceptable. He kept trying to talk me into staying and saying that I would have a certain amount of time for sure. I just said I would think about it as he wasn't hearing or acknowledging my side at all. I gave the phone back to my roommate and thought it was done.

I was wrong. My roommate came back to tell me how it had all been a miscommunication and that it would be better for both of us if I stayed for the next 2 months and it would be guaranteed that I had all that time even if she found another place. Again, I just said that I would think about it. Seriously, how can I have a conversation with trust when they are just glossing over what was said and not even saying sorry for putting me into such an untenable nightmare. I felt no more loyalty.

The next morning I finished packing. My friends showed up and A* came with the truck and another friend. We packed up the truck in just over an hour. At the very end, I was sitting at the table with nothing left in the apartment except M*s bag and jacket. My roommate came out of her room finally, said nothing, went to the bathroom, and then went back to her room. Taking a last look at my view of the Eiffel Tower, I picked up M*'s bag and jacket, left the keys on the table and went downstairs. It was done.

Oh and I took the half of the futon that my roommate made me pay for when she moved in. She didn't tell me that I was paying for half of it until after she had bought it and brought it home. So I took the mattress half. I needed a bed to sleep on.

And then, while I was still struggling to find a way to heal my foot and was still wandering around on crutches my roommate came to my door. She stood in the doorframe and said, "We need to talk". My heart immediately picked up speed as that is never a good beginning. She proceeded to speak to me in very fast French, which is how she always spoke when she was nervous, and the red mounted in her cheeks. She told me that she was turning in the notice on the apartment and that we would have to be out at the end of three months. I am pretty sure that I just sat there staring at her. I am not really sure that I was breathing much either. She babbled a little and I just said okay as I didn't really have much say so. She and her father were the lease holders.
After she left, I settled down a little and told myself that worst case scenario, I had another month to heal and then 2 months to find work and an apartment. It wouldn't be easy but it would be doable. So by the next day I was feeling not quite so desparate. I still didn't feel great but thought that maybe I could survive.
The relaxation was short lived as the next day she arrived in my doorframe again. She said that she thought she had told me the month of June when in fact she had meant the end of May. Then she went on to tell me that in fact in may not be three months. It depended on when she found something that she liked. It could be only 2 months but it probably wouldn't be by the first of March. This time I know that I stopped breathing. I asked her to repeat three times what she said because I wanted to make sure that I was clear. She also stated that there were people who were interested in the apartment. I knew that that was the reason that she could leave at any time. I then repeated back to her what she had said but in English to make sure I had heard correctly and she confirmed that I had it right. My vision started to fade.

I wrote an email to A* and she wrote me back completely insensed saying that I was leaving that weekend and would come and camp out at her place. I decided to follow her advice and accept her offer because I was utterly terrified. I had no way of knowing when the other shoe was going to drop and apparently my roommate didn't mind that I was currently handicapped.

I began the process of packing for that weekend. This was a rather interesting procedure as I couldn't walk so there I was scooting around on my butt in my room arranging what I could and piling things in preparation for the boxes that A* was bringing in a couple of days.

The next day was March 1st and my roommate stopped me as I crutched past her room to show me the paper that declared the rent. She showed me that the rent was increased the first of March and therefore my rent would be 15 euros more as of the 1st of March. I just said okay because by this point I had no intention of paying for March at all. I was leaving in 3 days and "asta la vista baby!"