Hold on tight, here we go!
Last summer while we were in France for two months, we seriously began to think about the possibility of moving there for good when our children (4 and 7 at the time) begged us not to go back home. They like France more. Sounds too simple, right? But they are children, and that was their only excuse.
We tried reasoning with them, explaining that if we really lived in France, we’d have to work and go to school like everyone else. That didn’t slow them down. As it turns out, trying to reason with them quickly turned into trying to reason with ourselves. Well, we started to think about it. We’ve wanted to move back to the south of France for 13 years. Why not just do it?
That’s when it all began. When we got back to St. Louis last August and geared up for the school year, I went into my first faculty meeting of the year knowing in my heart that it would be my “last first meeting of the year”. Since then, we’ve been quite busy trying to get our house ready to go on the market.
Now it’s almost May, the house has been on the market 36 days, and we’re playing the waiting game. It would be so nice to just know where we’ll be in three months time. No home sale = No move to France (not for another whole year).
In my next post I’ll summarize how we’ve spent the last nine months preparing for the big move.