Our new life in France starts today. By lunchtime, we’ll be in Lille, our new home town.
After years of planning for a future life in France and then, as it turned out, just a few weeks to get properly ready for it, the time has arrived. The Eurostar is whisking us from St Pancras to Lille this morning.
We have a temporary apartment for the next 6 weeks. It’s between the Lille Europe and Lille Flandres stations – so it’s central for shopping and just a short walk into Vieux Lille for the nightlife.
It’s also easy for me to commute back to London on Monday morning. I’m booked on the 7.35 train, so, with the time difference, I’ll be at St Pancras for 8.00.
It’s well placed for the metro too, so Damon can get to work easily. His new job starts on Monday.
He’ll be managing an international team of customer service agents. All of them speak a couple of languages, with English as their common one.
We’ve barely had time for the reality of it all to sink in. We’ve simply seized the moment.
“After years of planning for a future life in France and then just a few weeks to get properly ready for it, the time has arrived”
So we start our new life in France with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Nausea even – but that might be more as a result of last night’s leaving do. We got together with a group of friends in our favourite wine bar in Brighton to wish Damon bon voyage.
There were speeches and much chinking of glasses – and, as you might expect, a few tears too. I think some of our friends had seen the move to France as little more than a pipe dream, but here we are.
Or rather, we will be shortly…