I can’t help but read your post with a heavy french accent. A mournful soft tone, tinged with Gaulouise smoke, i think i hear the tinkle of ice in your Pernod, a world weary glance to the heavens as you smack me on the face with your rolled up Le Monde. Tais toi, stupid scaredy! My heart is breaking, and you make stupid jokes?
I love France, too.
I moimeme was an au pair in the ville of vincennes for one year after finishing college in the 80s. Just part of my floating around epriod, which ended about 7 years after that. To me, the France, she is awesome, but your homesickness is beyond France.
If you relocated to France, you’d still feel something is missing.
Basically, I am a firm believer in “wherever you go, there you are”. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t work less. Just that France is a state of mind. It’s not even a place. In fact, everyone knows this is nowhere. and the nowehere you find yourself at this moment is actually in the middle of a middleage crisis. Fortunately for yu, i am here to come to your aid.
Don’t freak out; although it doesn’t sound like you are freaking out. Just feeling empty, lonely, and kind of dead inside. Perhaps watching Monsieur Hulot’s Holiday will cheer you up until you can rearrange your affairs.
Any chance you could persuade your exfrancophile wife that moving to France is for the good of all involved? Perhaps you could throw ina free beeret.
I did my 7 year floating around period in the 80s when i was young. maybe you should do yours now.
