Early this morning we headed for Paris
with the truck loaded for the last part of the renovation.
Eight hours on the freeway, quiche, ice cream bars, the radio, French Husband and the handy iphone to blog from.
The next trip to Paris will have truck load of furniture... I can hardly wait for that moment!
Brocante finds verses shirt less men, hope you won't be disappointed in the brocante.
French Husband teasingly pushed his bicep up with his other hand? I looked at him as if to say, "What are you doing?"
He can be so goofy at times... I prefer goofy to serious.
Going back and forth from Marseille to Paris, Paris to Marseille as much as we have in these last few weeks gives ample room for reflection. Some trips seem to pass by quickly, and others seem endlessly long.
I have thought about friends, family, people I love, friends I miss... My mom, and dad, Shelley, Annie, Thierry... Willows.
And I have thought about these last twenty five years in France. Much has changed, Paris has changed, I have changed...
I always thought I would go back to Willows one day to live... but as my children create their lives and eventually add roots I find myself standing in the same place as I have stood for years... divided. As they say in France about expats: A foot in each land. Now I feel my heart and soul in two lands as well.
When marrying my husband and moving to France I expected it would be a challenge: The culture, language, distance... but I did not think about the long term consequences of my actions. Love has a way of blooming goodness, making anything sound possible.
I do not regret following love. But I can say homesickness has never left my side either.
The Paris apartment renovation has stirred the deep pot of memories, the long drive back and forth has given room for such memories to spread out.
We lived in Paris for the first few years of our married life. Chelsea was conceived in Paris. We have been back many times over the twenty five years... but living in Paris and visiting Paris, even though I live in France is not the same.
Memories stirred. Happiness bubbling, melancholy standing by my side, a free for all as emotions come to say hi and stick around.
Add endless fields of harvest... How could I not think about my family in Willows.
A seed planted.
Our seed planted in Paris years ago, comes to harvest.
I stand on fertile ground, I should rejoice, I am rejoicing... while my other foot makes patterns in the soil.
Love as you know has no limits, and where it will take us is on journey to wholeness-
The road ahead.
Where are you heading?