On our fourth or fifth date, my now husband said to me, "I would love to live in Paris one day. Wouldn't that be great?"
"Sure," I said. Because who wouldn't want to live in Paris? At the time, we were 25 and, to be honest, I was fairly sure that this living-in-Paris thing was never actually going to happen. 25-year-olds say a lot of things.
Six years later, we are married and have a beautiful 5 month old son (currently screaming his head off - not so beautiful), and we are moving to Paris on July 16. Good thing I'm not the gambling type. Everyone keeps asking me the same questions: am I excited? do I speak French? will Baby Oil (aforementioned-screaming-child) speak French? what will I do in France?
There are many answers to these questions, and one answer to the last question is this blog. It was my husband's idea so I have to believe that he at least will read what I write. Here are some other answers:
1. Am I excited?
Well, sure. Of course. Because given the chance to live in Paris for a few years, how can you possibly say that you are not excited? Truthfully, however, it's a little more complicated. I feel nervous, overwhelmed, occasionally petrified, and a sense of disbelief. I never aspired to live in Paris and it is an odd experience to find yourself with such an amazing opportunity that isn't something you sought for yourself. Don't get me wrong - I want to go, and I am so proud of my husband to have gotten this job and to have pursued and accomplished this dream. It's incredible. I think the reality is that I simply have no idea what life will be like anywhere other than here. And one thing I am excited about is finding out.
2. Do I speak French?
No. Yes, I hope to learn.
3. Will Baby Oil speak French?
Um, I think? At least a little? And then he'll forget it all when we come back?
4. What will I do in France?
Parent. Explore. Learn. Change diapers. Eat. Work (freelance consulting work travels well). Eat. Change diapers. Blog. Travel. Skype. Change diapers. Should keep me busy for 2-3 years, right?
