When I tell people we’re moving to Paris in July, the first question is almost always this: “Whose Job is Taking You There”. But the reality is our life is taking us there. We move as a family to Paris in July because we want to move. We first imagined this years ago, and then started scouting and then started making things happen that would let us move. I’ve stepped off of Boards. My Husband has made work choices. There’s been tons of tradeoffs and deliberations made. But here’s the truth: Making family important over everything else has literally made life worth living. It doesn’t work when work is the center. All heart is gone. Love, and community needs to be the center for life to work.
The House That Built Me
We are partly a function of where we’ve lived. The person who experienced a cross burning in Alabama is shaped by discrimination. The person who experienced war is shaped by the shrapnel. If Los Gatos has shaped us, I don’t quite know how. Icing on the Cake treats? Perhaps, the idyllic nature of birds chirping every morning to awaken us. Or, the ability to walk to town. Maybe in the fact that is a town, and people know our names.
How will Paris shape us, I wonder?
Chez Soi 