How I Came to Live in France

Eiffel-tower-on-map corey amaro living in France

 

On the Eve of the ninth of January, how I came to meet French Husband and live in France. 

Because I didn't like the 110 degree heat in my hometown as a child.

Because the Sound of Music made being a nun look like fun.

Because while living in a monastery in New Mexico, I said my name was Nicol and that I was French.

Because while at the monastery my spiritual director was an Abbot from France.

Because I could not become a priest, I left the monastery and landed in the bay area.

Because I fell in love with a young man while studying to be a Youth Minister.

Because a few years later, he tragically died.

Because two years after his death, my family and friends tried to set me up with every Tom, Dick, and Harry in town,

Because I didn't want to date, I went to the I-BEAM (a Gay Club) to dance (Knowing it would be the best place to dance and never meet a man to marry),

Because at the I-BEAM there was one straight guy from France who kept dancing by me.

Because.



Comments

12 responses to “How I Came to Live in France”

  1. You and Yann are proof positive that not looking for love is a sure-fire way to find it! 🙂

  2. Merisi, that is so true. 🙂

  3. You are such a gifted story-teller!
    I can only imagine your face as you tell these tales, I feel as though I am there.
    1988 was a good year.
    Happy New Year! I hope 2015 is equally charmed.

  4. Interesting, somehow I always thought you joined the monastery after (and because) your boyfriend died.

  5. Life sure is a mysterious thing.

  6. Love, like water, will always find a way.
    With each post, you reveal your story to be more amazing and beautiful than I thought possible. And you haven’t even made it yet to Yann’s proposal, which I think is one of the most beautiful ever.

  7. This would be a marvelous book. I am eager to read these posts 🙂
    Love is a wonderful thing.

  8. I smiled when reading this post. Happy New Year to you both and to your family, including Annie!

  9. Love hearing your story!

  10. I just love your blog…from your trips back home to your love story.

  11. Rebecca from the pacific northwest

    Merisi is right!

  12. Rebecca from the pacific northwest

    Friends’ stories are wonderful to me. I’ve heard these of yours before, but it’s been a while, and I eat them up again and again, perhaps with a little different detail or organization in the telling.
    I love telling stories and I love hearing (in this case, reading but it’s so conversational that it’s LIKE hearing) stories.
    I like each sentence beginning with “Because” and I especially like that you went to a gay bar to dance and dance and dance. And were found by that one straight man.

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