SE REPLONGER DANS LA "PARISIANITÉ"?
The eve of our departure is here and comparing the city we are leaving to the one we are going to is, of course, inevitable.
They are so similar and yet so different.
The similarities are, among other things, size and noise, traits common to big places the world over.
The differences could fill a book. Culture is the biggest one. And adapting anew to a once very familiar culture, will be...interesting. It is extraordinary how easily you slip into the habits and unwritten social rules of a country or city and slowly forget the ones you have left behind.
I have lived in France as long as I have lived in the US. Yet, it's so surprising how new some minute details of its daily life suddenly seem. Those little things that went unnoticed when we were going back and forth, visiting like "French tourists" in a way.
A million little things will make the transition easier of course: the lifestyle, the beauty of Paris, of France, the architecture, the history, the food- yes, the food-, the close friends, the missed family members. A million things.
Some adapting to la vie à la française will be necessary none the less. I am ready. It will be fun.
That is the exciting thing about moving. The ups, the downs, the good, the bad. I have moved numerous times in my life. I have always loved it.
Maybe it won't be much different this time around- I am going home after all.
The packing/sorting/discarding is finally over. This was an archeological dig we were dealing with...but it's done.
Tomorrow is the last leg of our "going home". Our new Paris home.