Thinking of moving to Paris? Carpe Diem.
Recently I was tapped as an “expat expert” and asked to contribute a tip about living abroad for an HiFx campaign. At first I balked at being considered an “expert.” But then I reasoned: if experience is what makes someone knowledgeable, then I must know something after 7 years in Paris.
Still, I had trouble coming up with concrete advice. If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that everyone’s experience is different. Part of the adventure (and frustration) of life in France is that it’s difficult to pin down the precise rules. Documents asked of one person for a dossier, for example, may not be requested of another.
Art along the Seine
In the end, perseverance counts more than anything. My tip, therefore, emphasized attitude, summed up in a few short lines. (You can see the full list of tips here; mine will be added soon).
The topic got me to wondering, though. How could I expand on the lessons I learned moving to the City of Light? I realized expectations and the perception of luck play a major role when I talk to people about moving abroad. Here are some broad thoughts on the subject:
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“Now and then it’s good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.” -Guillaume Apollinaire
Stop! Small miracle alert. Love beam over the Seine.
Happy Valentine’s Day, friends!
I hope your life is full of love, on this and every day. I’ve spent the majority of V-days single rather than in a pair so I truly mean love in its widest sense, not simply the part about romance. Family, friends, the nice neighbor who baked you a pie, the stranger who gave you a smile – love is all around us!
I’d be lying if I didn’t confess to a special kind of happiness this time round, though. My beau has just arrived from Paris.
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Published February 2, 2014
Offbeat Adventures , Out and About , Stuff About Sion , The World Beyond Paris
Tags: candlemas, chandeleur, crepes, culture shock, Disney, Magic Kingdom, orlando, paris
The day I arrived in Orlando to start my stint as the writer-in-residence at the Kerouac House, the project’s director drove me to the supermarket as soon as I dropped off my bags. Even if Central Florida felt a world away from France, I was glad one thing remained the same: food is a top priority! (That, and t.p. – not one roll left in the house!)
Pulling into the Publix parking lot, however, I realized, Toto, we’re not in Paris anymore.
Continue reading ‘Culture Shock, Early Paris Days, and Crepes for Chandeleur’