From Flood…to France!

Here I sit, flooded carpet, cut-out dry wall,  dehumidifier set at a balmy 105 degrees….damaged condo all around.  This is it.  This is the last message needed to send me on my way.

For months, I’ve been seeing signs to head to Paris, though to be honest, I hadn’t paid much attention.  Why would I?  I don’t know a soul in Paris, barely speak le Francais….why would I uproot my life and leave behind my entire network of family, friends and colleagues to head somewhere where I know no one?  Good Question.

The only answer I could find is simply…to Live!  Seems like a good enough answer for me.  Not to mention the signs were becoming ever so present that my friends asked if I needed to be beat across the head by a baguette before I pack up and go!  As for me, I’d much rather indulge in a scrumptious baguette than be beat on the head by it….so with that, I decided to pack it up for Pareeee!

 

Francine

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