Here I am doing exactly what I said I would do, living in an ancient culture with all of its inherent strengths and weaknesses exposing all of mine, and moving from day to day thinking experiencing, eating wondering...............I said that I wanted to see what I would think and do when I had the mental space to think and do ANYTHING, and here I am, uh-oh ~ was it Confucius who said "Be careful what you wish for" (because you might get it)? No this isn't our house! It's the Jagu Roche Museum in the Northern part of Brittany, gorgeous!
There really isn't a major down side to what we did, other than the fact that we can't just go back to our old lives and pick up just where we left off, as Pierre sometimes says "you can never be what you were," in fact it seems like it would be like moving cultures again and making a huge life change again, or would it? One can never know these things until one does them, and all I know is that having moved 6000 miles East will inform any other big changes we make in the future, but each experience will still be totally different! Sometimes I wish I had a crystal ball, but here, with the "Welcome" and "Expert" tents combined I know I will be fine!
It's funny that the French never say "C'est la vie," but often say "La vie est comme ça." You might be wondering what the difference is: the first one has that cute Doris Day che sera sera sort of upturn at the end of the sentence, and the the second one has more of a gallic shrug and downturn at the end. C'est la vie tra la la is the American take on it, and La vie est comme ça has a bit more of the quality of resignation.
Why did I get off on that tangent? Oh, I know, I got my wish now what to do with it? I guess time will tell (tra la la). Now that the learning curves have gotten shallower, and I can get around well in French most of the time -- except when I am particularly tired or have had a day of lots of listening intently to and speaking French -- and we have things to do, friends, occasional events, outings, and we know where to get everything and what to make for dinner, normal life begins.
My brain has almost lost the frequent little buzzer that goes off as a warning that something unexpected and tricky is about to happen. It used to buzz frequently, each time I had to do a little reality checkup and regain my footing, now it happens much less. This is the internal barometer that tells me that I am actually aclimated to our new life here. Naturally this is just in time for us to go back to LA for a month, which is exciting and a bit scary too. I am anticipating a bit of a culture (and weather) shock, then relaxing into the familiar, enjoying the things and friends and familiarity I have missed, then leaving again!
If you are reading this and you know me, what do you imagine me doing? What have you always thought I SHOULD do? Spill!