Hubby and I sold everything and moved to Brittany. The house we bought (very quickly) looked lovely from the outside, but inside it looked remarkably like my parents’ 3-bed semi ex-council house from 20 years ago, including similar giant yellow sunflower wallpaper in the lounge. I kept wondering why we’d moved to France and bought this house.
Hubby got some casual work and on a day out with my friend who also moved to Brittany (for real), we found him working in a hypermarket sliding across the warehouse floor on his belly!! In a bazaar twist, he had a long floppy blonde wedge cut, when he actually has no hair and it was never blonde.
The kids happily went to a French school and everyone seemed to be getting by without speaking much French, which I couldn’t figure out. Everyone was really happy and relaxed but I felt that it was wrong, that I was missing something important and that my family were just pretending to be content.