Two to five years – that’s what we’ve been saying for the last eight years. We’re moving to France in 2-5 years. Well, not anymore! One year. That’s our plan anyway – to make our permanent, one-time move across the ocean in one year. We’ll have to wait to see if God has yet a different timeline for us, but as of now, that’s the plan.
I know i’m repeating myself a bit – one year…but I’m really anxious (in a good, very excited way) about this move. This is quite a milestone for us, whether or not anything has appeared changed from the outside. It’s been ‘in the making’ for almost a decade, and as I’m trying to make sure all our ducks are in a row before moving…I can’t help but wish we were already living there now. You know, French classes at the Sorbonne start one week from tomorrow. Just saying…
Lately I’ve been craving France. A few months ago I was afraid I was getting so comfortable here in the States that I was starting to fear we’d never move. Now I want nothing more than to open our apartment up for anyone and everyone to come and buy or just take all our stuff so we can jump on a plane. I’m longing to live in a place where we can put down roots. Start a church. Maybe start a family. We’ve been living in this perpetual state of transience, and I am so ready to be done with it. I’m ready to get to know my neighbors and nearby shop owners. I’m ready to have our weekly Saturday pastry morning in the place where pastries were born! I’m ready for the crying, after coming home from a long day out, having not understood a thing going on around me. I’m ready for that glorious day when I can go shopping on my own, ask for something (in French), and have them understand me! I wish this journey was starting next week, but I know this upcoming year will be a big one, with meaningful changes. God has already brought us so far these last few years, and I am so ready for the next stage!
I have a feeling the next 12 months will be exciting. Our company will grow – we’ll hire people. We’ll begin to raise support so we can move. We’ll update our passports and apply for French Visas. We’ll sell almost everything we own. We’ll apply to be enrolled in French classes in Paris. We’ll move overseas with a 12 pound cat who hates cat-carriers with a vengeance, and a 105 pound dog whose ticket will cost as much as one of our plane tickets overseas. We’ll say goodbye to our families, new nieces and nephews. Man, I’m not looking forward to that day. But all of it means that we get the honor of living how and where God has asked us to. That makes the goodbyes ok, and makes the tears mean something.
I’m realizing this all sounds a bit like I’m super discontent being here – and honestly there is a small amount of that, but it’s more an excitement of a dream and calling becoming a reality. That’s all. Just felt like sharing my excitement. Until the next milestone.