Living in France

living in france

The other day, I woke up and realized that I had lived as long in our little French village as I had in my hometown, Willows. Eighteen years. 

Eighteen years in one place… twice.

I thought of how the first eighteen years shaped me, how the love I had received fashioned me, how I consider the small town in California my home, even now.

I have lived in France for over twenty four years.. TWENTY FOUR years! It is hard to fathom. Yet the other morning when I woke up I realized that living in France, in this small village in the middle of Provence has been my home for as long as I was growing up in Willows.

And it too has shaped me, fashioned me and given me an enormous education, an appreciation for all that I have and have had.

 

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When you live in a foreign country rather than the one you know as home, there are certain things you expect will be different, unusual, far from the norm of what you are accustom to. Those big things like language, culture, food… those big things that are necessary to understand and help one to feel like they fit in. One doesn't expect to be thrown off by the little things such as how to open a door, toilet paper, signatures, hand shakes, ice cubes, you know the little things that you don't expect to be different but are and catch you off guard the first time you encounter them.

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When you live in a foreign country you will learn the language, learn the culture, cook their food, sing their songs and eventually laugh at their jokes. But when you first live in a foreign country you will miss the smallest things from back home the most… for me the things I missed the most where so silly I can hardly bring myself to tell you… let's just say you will miss the smallest things because it is easier to cope with than feeling your heart breaking because you aren't there for your Mother's birthday, or your niece's birth, or your best friend's wedding nor any of the unending list of important dates that will come every week for the rest of your life.

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When you live in a foreign country your mother tongue sounds like music. When you hear someone speaking your language your very words will race out, "Hello! Where are you from?" Perfect strangers seem like your new best friends. You have much in common without even knowing the person name.

You will wonder why you don't meet more people when you are back home… everyone there speaks your tongue?

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Then after years of living in a foreign country you realize you have two places called home. You look around and the foreign place doesn't feel so foreign. The doors that were closed to you before have opened over time, and the homesickness feels so common you think of it as a bruise that won't go away, you know how to protect it.

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When you live in a foreign country the keys to your new life will seem strange. The keys to any door at first feel awkward to use. Then one day you realize that the passage is just part of the journey and every nook, cranny, door, and a key has brought you to another place within yourself.

 

 



Comments

26 responses to “Living in France”

  1. Ed in Willows

    You are still a Willows girl to us. 🙂

  2. Thank you for posting this. It’s exactly what I was looking for!

  3. I’m so glad that it does become home for those of you who go off to live in a foreign country. And I’m also glad that your original home still feels like home too. Sending you love today from your country of birth!!

  4. The metaphor of homesickness as a bruise that won’t heal and that you learn to protect is very helpful to me, and a symbol I’ll take with me from now on…not only does it perfectly describe homesickness, it applies to other feelings and loss as well. Thank you for putting to words what I’ve oft felt over the years.

  5. I just found your beautiful blog via pinterest! Love it!

  6. Well said Corey. This has to be one of my top posts.

  7. Once a Willoweenie, always a Willoweenie.
    Touching post Coco.

  8. Corey, even just visiting the Azores, I always feel some of the same things you do in France — though I don’t really mind.
    And for all these years I’ve lived here in the East, I still (and always will) feel like a Northern Californian in my heart!

  9. georgie

    Willoweeenie? Hysterical!
    This is one of your best posts ever. Made me wish I’d experienced this same thing. Maybe I should contact Corey’s matchmaking service.

  10. Beautifully expressed Corey. The emotional realities of expat life.

  11. So well spoken. I guess since you are vegetarian you don’t miss mexican food, but boy I have been in Germany 8 weeks now and could go for a taco! Can’t seem to find cheddar cheese anywhere.

  12. Liz in Oregon

    Wow! Epic post Corey. It’s a daily joy to read your blog, but today’s poetic writing stands out. Even when you move from home within your own country, these feelings resonate. Thanks for the loveliness!

  13. Oh, my, Corey!! You’ve gone and made me cry! So, so true – every word – and so beautifully said. Written.
    I realized a couple of years ago that I have been living here in Japan longer than I lived in my “hometown”. We moved to the place I think of as my hometown when I was eight, so I only actually lived there for 15 years. I still find that hard to believe!
    I envy you for still having your home to go back to. None of my family live in my hometown (Atlanta) anymore, though, thank God, my best friend does, so I still get back there when we’re in the US. Thank you for sharing your heart, and giving words to those deep feelings – for me, too!

  14. oh corey, a journey well travelled, a life well lived.. i admire your courage and passion. i’ve learned so much from your writings. merci

  15. I can’t even imagine. The post is touching. Thanks so much.

  16. dale sevig

    well we have collected 4 of those fancy doorknockers so we can come to France prepared to decorate our doors!!
    We keeping thinking of maybe doing a full year in Europe some day but who knows when – glad we have had 14 trips over there to get a nice feel and fully enjoy the people and culture of many countries with France at the top of our list

  17. Wow! This is a beautiful post! Very heart touching!

  18. You’ve never told us how you came to live in your small village. How/why did you decide to move there instead of some other village or larger town?

  19. You should be a writer. You touched my heart.

  20. Thanks for so eloquently expressing the feeling of homesickness – and also the joy of unlocking doors.

  21. Tears started pricking my eyes as I read his. Homesickness is something I didn’t used to think i felt, until something touched the bruise and set me off blubbing one day and now I am far more aware of it, as a background tenderness.

  22. mary blanchard

    you have been given a gift to write
    thank you for sharing but I think you should write a book someday
    my Mom use to say Mary ” Home is where you hang your hat”

  23. You express this so well, Corey, putting your finger right onto the heart of these complex and difficult feelings. Even moving to England where the language is my own mother tongue, I have experienced much of what you describe here. What’s heartening to me is how positively you have coped with the experience.

  24. how very beautifully written!

  25. So beautifully written and illustrated! I just shared it on my Facebook page!

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