This is the seventh installment of the series about my journey to France to make my dreams come true. You can read the first one here or follow this to see past posts. https://wordsworthywriting.wordpress.com/2023/08/28/how-it-began-my-journey-to-make-my-dreams-a-reality/
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When one contemplates moving to France and begins the research process, the word that keeps recurring is “bureaucracy.” But what exactly does that mean? A lot of papers to fill out? Documents that you’ll need to carry around? In its most simplistic form, yes, but it’s so much more frustrating than that!
The first clue should have been the fact that it took four months just to get the mandate, a document needed in order for the broker to be able to apply for loans for me. After that document was signed it would take two more months before we could go to closing. Apparently, six months to purchase a home is standard. And, once I received the loan docs, there was a mandatory 11-day consideration period. OMG!! Now, over seven months after signing an LOI, I still haven’t settled on the house.
The second clue was the process of getting a SIM card. Normally, it’s pretty straightforward. You purchase it, put in your information (which includes one’s passport number) and credit card and you’re good to go. NOPE! The SIM card I originally purchased was not compatible with a US passport. Fortunately, a kind soul took me to an Orange store (the equivalent of Verizon) and got me set up. But they couldn’t just use my information. They needed his as well because I don’t have a bank account in France, even though it was a month-to-month agreement and I was paying cash. Ugh! At least it was done and I had data enough to get me functioning in this virtual world. Baby steps…
Granted the process of opening a bank account in the US is not much different: ID, SSN (or equivalent), proof of address (utility bill), and money. But France takes it one step further. I provided them with a copy of the lease agreement with the LL (which was generated at the Notaire), and a utility bill in their name. But that was not enough. They also required copies of their passports, along with mine. Another delay of several days but ok, that’s done now. A bank account should allow me to do a lot more, much more easily, right? Not really.
Of course (I say this not because it’s obvious but because of the way things were working out for me in France), within days of opening this bank account I was refused for the loan. Sad and disappointed and in need of a friend I contacted my former Workaway host who lived two hours southwest of me. He invited me to stay as long as I needed. Determined to make this work and with a list of things I needed to get done swirling in my head like a tornado, I drove down to escape for a few days. He was awesome and helped me focus and worked on the process with me.
Next thing I needed was internet. In one week I ran out of the data on my phone so I needed something more. Here, they have an Airbox which gives 200 GHz of data every month. It’s wireless, small enough to fit in a pocket, and can be used everywhere. It only cost 80 euro to purchase and it’s a month-to-month contract for 15 euros, unlike all my other Wifi options which required a one year contract. Yay! Let’s do it. Big checkmark for France! My friend took me to the Orange store so I could purchase one. Well, unfortunately, in order to purchase and activate it, they required proof of address. No matter that both of us had existing accounts with them already and a bank account which, in order to obtain one, required exactly all these documents! My friend couldn’t even add me to his account as a family member because he’d have to return with a family book proving that we’re related! I mean really, who gives a crap? Sell me the box, charge my credit card monthly, and let me go! A new contract required all the documents again! UGH! We had to make an appointment for the next day so he could gather all the documents they required. We left and, just before we arrived the next day (it was a 30-minute drive), we got a call that their computer system was down and we’d have to reschedule. In the end, it took three trips to the Orange store and more documents than reasonable just to get mobile internet access. This is French bureaucracy at its best. Big check against France! Deep breath, one more thing done. Baby steps…
Getting a long-term visa was next. I was under the impression that I could get it done here and my intention was to pay someone to do it for me. So we went to the local Marie (a government office found in every town) to get more information. Well, I’d have to go to the Prefecture in my region. So we went online to get that information and, of course, everything is in French. Yes, here’s the website committed to helping foreigners obtain visas, and it’s all in French. Not even an option to choose a different language. I sent them an email asking a couple questions and only received an auto-reply to go to the website and find my answers on the FAQ page, which was in French. My friend, who is French and super Zen, was beginning to understand my struggles and feel my frustration.
Most importantly, however, I needed a loan. Since the broker I’d contracted with was useless, I terminated the agreement and decided to take on the banks myself. My friend taught me how to say to the banks, in French, why I was calling and to request to speak with the appropriate person. The problem came when they would respond in French. Haha! Then I’d ask them if they spoke English. If they didn’t, or if it was an automatic system and I couldn’t understand it enough to push the appropriate numbers on the phone, I’d have to hang up. So he helped me make the calls to numerous banks, and we were able to get a few appointments scheduled. Baby steps…
I sent all the required documents to the banks: business plan (the French version that was approved by an accountant and very different that the one that I did), the Compromis (my agreement to buy the house), bank statements, retirement account statements, passport, and the electrical estimate because the French business plan had it in as double what it would actually cost. The third bank I went to said, because I was to run a business, I needed to create a society and get a serial number. Well, that all takes money and there’s no point in doing it if they won’t give me the loan. “And you need to have income.” Well, I can’t have income if I don’t have a loan to buy the house! I was asking for a professional loan, not a personal one. Did they not consider that I wasn’t asking for a lot of money and could live on my savings alone for at least three years without generating any income? UGH!! One bank finally explained to me that a Chambre d’Hôte is considered a secondary business, even if it’s my primary, and this is why that requirement is in place. Finally it makes sense. I don’t agree with it but at least I understand.
It wasn’t looking good. Time for Plan B…