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A Canadian expatriate living and exploring first France now Germany, then BACK to FRANCE (!!!) with her family; former fashion designer, turned unexpected UNLIKELY NOMAD, raising two children, writing, photographing, painting, playing piano (who knew!!) and blogging - and now... full time student at ART SCHOOL!! (I MUST be crazy!!)

Monday, March 26, 2007

The last day in Dijon

As the train sped towards Paris, by the green fields, rolling hills and old limestone farmhouses I wistfully admired the profound beauty of the French country side for the millionth time, while the children slept, Lily’s slumbering form on the seat beside me warm and comfortable under my scarf. I even dozed too, sneaking a peek now and then at Riel looking flushed and drooling under my trench while he slept on the seat across. We had stayed up until all hours celebrating and then…*grunt* finishing packing and everyone was bone tired. Even though we are not the ones actually filling the boxes, this event of moving house is still a monumental task of organization and preparation as we have been sorting and pitching for months…

So why so much stuff I ask myself…? Huh.

The movers arrived this morning at 8 A.M and the kids were still warm and sleepily tucked into their little beds. Our son was up in about two seconds with visions of MOVING TRUCKS in his head. He was sure he would be able to give the “boys” a hand and was intensely disappointed when we tried to explain why this might not be SO practical…

It was sort of surreal in fact wandering around Dijon today before we left thinking to ourselves ”Hmmm….homeless for a little while…feels sort of funny…Gee I sure hope the house is ready in Germany when we are…”

And knowing that we might be back in Dijon or we just might not…

We treated ourselves to the great breakfast of the Dijonnais, Pain Chocolat (Chocolate Croissants) and Chocolat Chaud (Hot Chocolate) at our favorite spots, mainly since we had gotten ejected out of the house so early even though it was blustery and cold. The kids spent their last few hours at regularly scheduled art and music classes while I wandered around appreciating the beauty of Dijon through fresh eyes wondering to myself why when we know we will soon loose something does it so suddenly increases in value?...

Note to self: File under lessons learned for future use.

3 comments:

Beth said...

oh to be you.....you always have such adventures.

oreneta said...

Ouch.

*big wistful sigh*

homesick already....

Beth said...

Oh my goodness. This brings back such memories of our last days in Dijon almost a year ago. That last train ride to Paris as the sun rose in the east and Fletcher and I saw a stag standing quietly in a field looking at us as we sped by.... I've been thinking of you a lot and have not been a good correspondent. Best wishes for a safe landing in Germany and I'll be in touch soon! --Beth P.

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