Monday, July 16, 2012
So, here I am
I knew it from my first Early Morning French Class with Ms. Destienne. I was 7 years old at the time, and it would take me 45 years before I actually set foot in my beloved France. But I knew it even then: Someday I would live in France. So here I am, six weeks from owning a home in Lauzun, a small village in south west France. By leaving America, I leave behind relatives, including two sons, friends and all the craziness of the United States. This way to live abroad promises to be simpler, healthier, more affordable and happier for my husband and me. It also may be lonely, boring, frustrating and aimless. But most of the negative possibilities are within my control. With effort, particularly with learning the language, the possibilities appear to be limitless, and our French future appears to be bright. Until I find a more specific niche, this blog will act as a journal. I plan to share some of the delights and pitfalls that my husband and I discover as we, at age 53, leave America behind and start the rest of our lives in France.