I know I’ve spent some time writing about the great French products that contribute to the high quality of life in France (think: wine, cheese, bread), but one thing I have spent less time talking about is the outstanding people who live here.
Fontainebleau and the surrounding villages, are a mishmash of French natives and many other people with interesting lives from around the world. As well as learning many new things about France, we’re getting an education about many other places where our friends have lived (Happy Diamond Jubilee, Your Majesty!). I’d like to think we’re teaching people something too – in fact, a friend here recently wrote me a text that said, “Just reading up on Vermont. If the capital only as 7,500 people, where on earth do you guys live?” I guess this proves that a place cannot be measured by the number of inhabitants alone.
Prior to moving here, I was at a stage in my life where I thought that it was somewhat difficult to make new friends. It’s not that I was looking for new friends necessarily, but the opportunity didn’t arise very often that I had the time/energy to meet up with people I didn’t already know well. But what I learned since living here is that I’ve still got it – as in, the ability to make new friends, which s lucky for me since this could be a very lonely place without some friends.
Our area in France is somewhat transitional by nature (people are here on short-term contracts, there is a rotating group of business school faculty, etc), but meeting new friends is made easier by the fact that people here welcome outsiders readily. So that’s the good news.
The bad news is that because this place is fabulous but somewhat transitional, there is also a constant stream of people leaving. And sometimes those leaving people have become friends of ours and watching them leave really sucks.
It’s hard to say goodbye to people we have known for only a short time, but with whom we feel so comfortable that it seems we’ve known them forever. If there is one upside to our most recently relocated friends, this would be it:
Meet Ollie, our temporary pet who we’re watching while our friends get settled into their new lives in Australia. Ollie will be joining them there sometime in the near future, but until then, he’s living with us.
Oh, and he doesn’t really like cats all that much so Justin‘s reign as the king of our household is being threatened. Welcome to life in a monarchy, little cat. Here is Justin sitting on his throne, otherwise known as the bidet. Nice.