So we’re here. If you didn’t already know, we spend half of the year in France. Well about 9-10 months. My husband plays basketball over here and we come and go. We have been married 6 years and we are living in our 6th house in our 5th city. Crazy, right? Little bit. You can follow the craziness on Instagram if you’d like. 🙂
I shared a picture a little while back of what I thought might have been our little French house while living here. Well, good news, we got that little French house and I’m in love. It’s beautiful!
What do you think? Isn’t it cute? The inside is fabulous although I’m a little stumped as to how to decorate. It’s not really my strong suite as I’ve never really had a house to do it to, so I might need some help.
First I thought I’d share a fun little update.
So we left for France Wednesday at 2 in the afternoon. My boys were tired because there was a little party the night before. I don’t mind tired, but they were past the ‘it’ll be fine’ kind of tired. It was more of a ‘my life is falling apart!!” kind of tired.
We had 5 suitcases, 3 carry ons, two kids, one momma, 3 flights and 3 countries. Phew! Needless to say it was a long journey!
The first flight, which was the longest — LAX to Amsterdam — was fine. The boys usually do okay. They have movies, they feed us, they can sleep. No major meltdowns or anything, the boys got a decent amount of sleep (I got none) and we made it to Amsterdam okay.
Our next flight was late. I already knew going into this flight that our following layover was really quick. Like 45 minutes quick. So a delay & a short layover aren’t a good mix. We get off the plane, Eli is a hot mess because he’s so tired & just “wants to hold daddy” and we’re trying to run though the airport. I think many years down the road I’ll look back and laugh at a lot of these experiences. Heck, who am I kidding, I laugh at them now! I do not, however, laugh at them when we’re in the middle of it.
So we arrive to the desk and the attendants say “You’re here for this flight? I’m sorry, too late.” Wwwwhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaattt? I just ran through the airport with a crying child after already flight about 15 hours and you’re telling me I missed my flight?!
I lost it guys. I lost it. I started crying and there just wasn’t anything I could do. I couldn’t even talk to them because I couldn’t pull my shizz together. They poor guy at the counter was like “please, Madame, do not cry!”
It was a guy and a lady and for whatever reason (maybe my sobbing in the middle of the airport?) they decided to get to work. They got on the phones & computer and pushed a bunch of keys printed off some stuff and somehow they got me on that flight. I felt slightly ridiculous for having broken down so easily. “Oh hehehe, whoops! I’m okay now, thank you!”
We finally arrived in Nantes, the biggest airport closest to where we are living. I was soooo tired. Once again Eli cried the whole way from the plane to the luggage pick up. Lucky for me, Daddy was at the pick up waiting. Actually, he walked up about a minute after we had been there, if that. I was soooo ready to be sooooo mad he wasn’t standing there with open arms waiting as I walked off. But I cooled off a bit seeing as I still had to wait for me luggage.
Which never came. FIVE bags and not one of them got through. We arrived yesterday and they’re still not here. I am wearing the same leggings I traveled in, no underwear (TMI?), and my husband’s shirt. We had clothes in the carry on for the boys & even for my husband, just not me. You would think after all the traveling I have done I would learn to at least pack an extra pair of panties or something. But alas, this has never happened to me, so I guess you live and learn!
So here’s where you get a chance to offer a piece of advice. I love my little house, it’s adorable with a great backyard. It is white with blue shutters and is open and spacious inside. This is a lot to say for a French home. I have never spent time decorating a home/apartment because we have never lived somewhere longer than 9 months. This time we will be in this house for 2 years! I want to make it pretty & homey without spending a ton of money.
It’s messy — keep in mind I just got here & am still jet lagged. So what do you think? What would you do? Would you move the couches? Get rid of that chair in the corner? I want to put an office space/area in & I was thinking between the French doors & the window.
And yes. There are absolutely no shelves in the kitchen. Or a pantry. I am gonna have to get creative this year!
Oh and the sofas smell like cigarette smoke & make me feel sick. Someone please tell me how to make them smell better!!