2007-11-09

Ups and Downs

Some days life in France is just, well, life. You get up, you make some scrambled eggs, you take the kids to school, then you clean the kitchen. The eggs might cost more, the roads on the drive to school may be a little more windy, and the products in the kitchen have different names on the bottle, but are made from the same stuff as my products in Arizona.

After I walked the kids into school this morning, I walked with Carter back to the car. The group of ladies were there, talking, smoking, perhaps making plans to have coffee together, perhaps just chatting about nothing. But today I was on the outside of the circle. I stood back just a little with Carter, knowing that for today "it" wasn't going to happen. Today I wouldn't feel like of one the group, today I would just be the American girl who still can't understand everything.

I don't have many of these days, but when I do I long for home. I don't long for my beautiful house where everything works, or for my car, or even for my great indoor laundry room. I long for the familiarity of things. For hearing people chatting at Starbucks and knowing what they are saying. Or stopping by my sister's house to do something, or nothing, depending on the day. I long for making plans with Dave's parents and brother to have Sunday dinner together. The ease of making a dentist's appointment for the children. Home is where you make it, of course, but sometimes making a home takes longer than you want it to. Home is the place where you fit right in. Today I don't know if France can ever feel like Home.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks for keeping it real Stasha. I've so enjoyed reading about your life's experiences in France. It's been fascinating and I'm so glad you've had this adventure and that you've been so willing to share it with all of us. It's good to know that raising a family and keeping up with household chores is done the same way in France as it's done here in America. Like all of your other posts, this one has increased my affinity for the French. It just prooves that we are more alike then different. Our whole family has started blogging as well. You can check us out at www.thurgoodfam.com

9.11.07  
Blogger Tina said...

Homesickness happens even when you know the language. Having recently moved I'm still an outsider, too. However, at least I can eavesdrop!

9.11.07  
Blogger Kamy said...

It takes me a good year to feel like a new place is home even when they speak English so I'm pretty amazed at how engrained you already seem in France. We're glad you still miss AZ some or maybe you'd never come back.

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9.11.07  
Blogger Kamy said...

This is really Courtney - my SIL is logged into her google account and I didn't realize it

9.11.07  
Blogger Larissa said...

This reminds me of one of my favorite children's book, "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day." Not that it was that bad, but whenever I have a day like that I think of that book and how some days, nothing goes right and at the end he comes to the conclusion that even if he did move to Australia, Australia has bad days too. I hope today is better!

10.11.07  
Blogger TropicGirl said...

Amen to this post! Since I don't speak Spanish (Castellano) I'm struggling in Argentina. I'm glad to know other expats living abroad feel the same!

28.8.08  

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