It’s official! We’re moving to Toulouse, France in 32 days.
We first got the word about two and a half weeks ago while skiing in Vermont with Matt’s dad and brother. In between our morning and afternoon session on the first day, we stopped at our condo to grab a bite to eat and warm up (it was COLD up there–especially for someone who has fully acclimated to the south). As we were putting our gear back on to hit the slopes again, Matt’s phone rang. He grabbed it and, after seeing who was calling, came into our bedroom and closed the door.
“Hello, Mike,*” he said. My eyes widened and Matt caught my stare with a smile–it was the hiring manager for his new job. We were finally going to hear when Matt was going to start.
I covered my mouth and silently listened to Matt’s end of the conversation, trying to read whether he was excited about what Mike was saying or not. Suddenly, I heard him repeat the word “France.”
France? We’d been expecting to start in Wichita, KS. Now we were headed to France?
It was all I could do not to scream. France? We’d been expecting to start in Wichita, KS. Now we were headed to France?
The next few moments felt like an eternity as I waited for Matt to get off the phone so I could jump up and down and squeal like a teenager who just got her drivers license.
Matt sat on the bed and talked with Mike a few moments longer before he hung up and looked at me and grinned. At first we both looked at each other and said nothing. Then, he jumped up and pulled me into his arms as we both jumped up and down and squealed like teenage girls.
After a short, celebratory make out session, we finally opened the door to our bedroom to tell Matt’s dad and brother our news. From the sounds coming from our room, I was sure at that point they thought we’d either won the lottery or were engaging in some newly-wed adult fun. Getting the opportunity to live in France? Well, that’s like winning the lottery to my husband and me, so they were pretty close if that was their guess.
Fast-forward to today. I’ve put in the notice and we’ve begun selling and packing our belongings. It’s surreal to sit here and type, knowing that, by this time next month, we’ll be getting ready to get on a plane and head to Toulouse for the next four-to-six months. Au revoir, Atlanta! Bonjour Toulouse!