Only 1.5 months are left in the school year.
Only 3.5 months are left until I’m in Paris. The only downside to this number is that once I realize how quickly time flies from here till then, I’ll be given a clear understanding of how 3.5 months in Paris are sure to fly by, as well.
My partner is coming with me, now.
Well, he’s coming for the last month and a half. Unless you apply for a VISA you can’t go for more than 3 months. He’ll also be finishing his work season (labourer), and I think it’s important for me to have two months in my city, my home, to myself, to really get a feel for the experience, to really understand it as a home and not a dream.
My house sold in two days.
I had 25+ viewings and 4 offers (bidding war) and got far over asking for it, which was a welcome surprise, and a relief, as no one likes to keep on top of obsessive cleaning and pulling the dogs out for viewings. This sale made the dream even more real.
A lot of people have asked me why I’m selling for only 3.5 months, but the intention is to go to Paris and “feel out” the dream. From there, I will decide where to take myself. I’m okay with letting go of this house because I’ve had it for five years and I was ready to move on from it. It served its purpose in my life. I was looking for something else, something the felt more like home. Letting go of this house was part of the journey.
I found this sentence in an incomplete blog post draft from September 2016 and I can’t help but laugh at it now, and I wish I could go back in time and tell myself, “Have faith.”
“I’m sometimes asked, if Paris is such a necessity and certainty for me, why I’m holding back from just packing up my things and going for good.”
There are still things that “hold me back” from doing just that, but I have come to realize that they will not hold me back from testing the waters. I understand the realism of the challenges brought about by this dream, but I have found a way to work around them and work with them. It’s all coming together.
In other news: I’m taking a social media break because keeping up with it was overwhelming and life-sucking. I’m reading more because of this break.
Also, I’m exhausted and work has reached the point where I’m dragging my feet and kids are losing interest (it’s the weather). I’m so, so tired, all the time. It makes it hard to pack, which I know I’ll regret stalling as we inch closer to August.
Sorry for how scattered this post is. I got little sleep and I’ve got lots on my mind. You know how it is…