Last month, I moved to Paris. Not in the “visiting for an extended period of time” way or “coming over from New York four times a year” way—as in moved moved. I got a work visa, packed up my apartment in Brooklyn, and took a one-way flight. I arrived in mid-May with six suitcases and a fried nervous system, in need of a place to stay to help make my transition as smooth as possible. Enter this roo...