There's no such thing as the meantime.


I’ve been planning to move to France in the fall, to a little ville called Niort. It was all a little unexpected, beginning because I said, “I just want to have an adventure.” Conversations led to connections and I was offered a position as an intern in an English class.

Slowly, I’ve realized that things weren’t quite moving at the pace necessary to make the dream of moving in the fall. There are so many things to organize. Visas are complicated when you’re not a student, and travel is expensive. Because of this, I’ve decided to postpone my plans until January. It means less time in France, and a less stressful time of organizing. 

For now, I’m living in my little hometown in Ohio, making the most of the meantime.