You know you travel too much when…
- You look forward to airline dinners.
- A 5-hour flight is considered short.
- When you fly without your kids, it’s a vacation. Even on a red-eye.
- Your leg workout is squatting in airplane and airport bathrooms.
- You can take your kid to the bathroom, pee, wash up and change clothes all in a 2′ by 2′ radius.
Yep, this was kinda my life over the last few years. If you’re new here, I used to live in France. We are not currently in France for a number of reasons and I find myself honestly torn.
When I’m in France, I love it, but it’s tough.
It’s tough to speak a language, to try to communicate and maintain relationships in a language, that isn’t your own.
It’s hard to have to make new friends every year. And to be the outsider because I am not as integrated into the culture & lifestyle of other Frenchies.
But then I’m here. I’m here now. Now what? Yep, you guessed it. I miss France.
And for some reason, I find myself wishing I was there. Only remembering the good stuff.
Speaking French. I know I just mentioned that in the ‘tough’ side of things. But it’s pretty awesome that I can speak another language, as tough as it may be.
Truly experiencing another culture. We get to live in it. We get to experience the two-hour lunch breaks, the laid back lifestyle. The bakeries, the pastries, walking places, taking your time and enjoying life.
The beauty of it all. I am sure we have places in the states that are just gorgeous. But France is amazing. It’s so so pretty. I love the countryside. I love the views. I even love the cities. Don’t even get me started on Paris. One of my favorite cities in the world.
So here I am. ‘Stuck’ in Southern California. I guess it’s a pretty good place to be stuck. I love my family here. They’re amazingly supportive.
It all comes down to knowing & believing that God is in control of my life. I do not and cannot see His plan. It most certainly doesn’t mean it’s not a good plan. It’s just a little tough to follow.
So I’m learning contentment. This is where I am. Whether I like it or not, I am not in France. All my winter clothes are there, I’m just not. I miss it. But I’m here. What is here that I can do? Why am I here? What can I accomplish?
I always feel sorry for people that don’t live in the moment. They are always looking for the next big thing. But this is life, isn’t it? All the little things in between the big things? I don’t want to be that person!
So I’m gonna do it. Work on being content in the moment. Being content for the in-between times. Try to see what the Lord is trying to teach my in my down times.
And then pray I get to go back to France…