Yes, it is true. I live in France. I have been for the last two years (well almost, our anniversary is July 25th) and it has been an up and down ride. I studied abroad three years ago for four months, so cumulatively is two years and 4.5 months, but who's counting?
I moved to this country two months after graduating from college to be closer to my (at the time) boyfriend and now husband. You see, he is French, but not the beret wearing, baguette carrying, wine drinking, curly mustache French guy. In fact, his look is quite stereotypical American - jeans, t-shirt, college sweatshirt. He calls it a 'skateboarder' look, I just call it American. So I moved here.
But where is here? When I return to the States for visits people say "OMG Lauren! How is Paris??? You live such a cool life! I'm so jealous that you live in Paris!!!" Although I would love to play into their jealousy and tell them I have the most fabulous flat, overlooking the Eiffel Tower and every morning I drink my tiny little expresso reading Le Monde on my tiny little terrace, but that would be lying. So I quickly correct them and say I live a few hours North of Paris in Lille. (No, not Lyon, though my mother did tell people I was living there too). But soon, all that will change as we are moving back to the States in a few short months.
I hope this blog will be a place for me to share my last few months of permanent life in France, the experiences being married to a Frenchman and well, anything else I think is semi-relevant.
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