Month: February 2015

It has been an unsettling start of 2015.  There have been national ups and downs, several bouts with gastro and colds in our home and the subsequent days off from school, and the day to day busyness that is life.

We’re also trying to deal with, in all liklihood, an upcoming move.  Damien’s work is doing some reorganising and for us, it likely (hopefully?) equates to another move.  I have never, in my life, moved as much as I have in the past 10 years.

We’ve done Paris.

We’ve done the close Paris ‘burbs.

We’ve done the far Paris ‘burbs.

We’ve done Metz.

We’ve (now) done Strasbourg.

Quite frankly I’m a bit tired of it.  I really want to set down roots somewhere, and ideally not Paris.  (Don’t get me wrong, I love to visit, but I need a yard, and space, and neither are easily attainable in the region Parisienne.)  I think we could live here (Alsace) and be happy long term, but, if we wanted to buy a home, which we do, we’d likely not restrict to our current village (or we’d wait a long time to find something!), and so, even staying “here” the girls will have to change schools.  And, so, we are trying to take this reorganisation as an opportinunity to move somewhere we think we would really like and really settle…  Where that ends up being we have no idea yet, but we’re crossing our fingers for something good, family friendly.

At any rate, I’m looking forward to knowing where we are going (this has been looming over our heads for a month now), and to get somewhere and settle.

I, again, haven’t posted in quite a while.  I had started to write after the Charlie Hebdo incident, and my words felt, well, inadequate.  It lead to a lot of questioning, wondering what kind of world we live in, how to protect my children, what I am actually *doing* here among others…

And while I don’t really have the answers to any of those questions, I have resolved to keep on keeping on.  Not to cede to fear or panic.  To keep loving on my children, my family, my dogs.  It did though, solidify that I really want us to settle somewhere, anywhere, and stay put.  I’m tired of moving.  We lived near Metz for 18 months, moved at the request of MrB’s job, and have now been near Strasbourg for another 18 months.  And they’ve announced a re-organization, and, suprise, suprise, this time his job is concerné.  Meaning, he has to find another position in his company.  It is actually not a bad thing- I think he is ready for a bit of a professional change, and we’re hoping we can use this as an opportinunity to move closer to the head office, so we can stay put.  There are always many opportinunities there, as well as good furthering education possibilities.  I think I am just at the point where I don’t really mind *where* we end up, just that it is somewhere we can stay put for the foreseeable future.

So while we are (im)patiently waiting for news on all of that, life marches on.  Trying to plan for something when we don’t know when, or where is basically impossible, so I’ve given up trying as it drives me crazy.

Up next, (hopefully in the next day or so!), a ski trip to the Alps!!