Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Sweet Jesus Get Me to France.

Dear Madame K,

I've been reading your blog for a while now, and I'm wondering how you ended up in France. Partly because I'm interested, and partly because sweet jesus, get me out of Metro Detroit.


Susanne Summers

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Dear Susanne Summers,

That’s a damn good question. How did I end up in France? I ask myself that question every day. Twice on bad days.

The quick and easy answer is, I met FrenchBoy. And once we decided that we were gonna get hitched, it was obvious that one of us was gonna have to move. We could have just as easily chosen to live in the US, but since he already had a job and an apartment, it was just easier for me to move to France than to start from scratch in the US. Plus I'm an artist. I have a job that I can do from practically anywhere. It just made sense. So I moved to France, and here I be.

But since I have time and a tendancy to over-analyze damn near anything, I'd like to take this moment to elaborate a bit on that question. How the hell did I end up in France? Well, I like to think that anyone’s life is the sum of the decisions they make. Given, life throws sh*tstorms at us that we definitely do not choose, but the rest is up to us. You know the old expressions about lemons....lemonade. So, I’d have to say the path that lead me to France started when I saw 12 years old. Yep. Before I even had boobs.

When I was in Jr. High, we were forced to take a foreign language. All of my friends chose to take Spanish, but being the contrarian that I have always been, I chose to take French. For the next 5 years of my life I studied French in school. In fact I took so many French language and culture classes that by the time I’d graduated from High-school, I was actually exempt from having to take any language courses at the University level. That fall after high-school graduation I went on to The University of Iowa where I spent the next 4 years drinking copious amounts of vodka and promptly succeeded in forgetting absolutely everything I had learned about France. Or so I thought.

Ok, fast forward like a million years.

After living in Brooklyn for 5 years I decide to leave the thrill-ride of life in New York City behind and I moved to upstate New York to squat live at me mum’s place while I figured out what the hell I really wanted to do with my life. After 6 months I was bored nearly into a coma and thus start planning an escape to….hell who knows...Timbuktu? Nova Scotia? Hell, even Europe? All I was thinking was sweet jesus get me outta Rochester, New York.

By the time I finally made it to Europe and met FrenchBoy, I still didn’t speak French, but having studied it for so many years there was a familiarity with the language and culture that really bridged the gap between us. It just made it easier. Freaky Frog accent aside, he just seemed….familiar to me. And I figured that re-learning French would be a snap! Or so I thought.

So I guess I should blame thank the hell out of my 8th grade French teacher for helping to land me here in the land of the frogs. And I thank the heavens everyday that I came from a family that allowed me to take risks and go for big adventures, even when they were a bit leery of my choices. But I give myself a lot of credit too. Thank god I’m one of those difficult head-strong people that decides to do stuff the hard interesting way. Or at least I like to think of myself that way on my good days.

So yep. Life is full of choices. God knows I've mad a crap-load of bad ones, and as much as I bitch and moan, moving to France definitely isn't one of them. At the very least, my decision to live in France has made for some big adventures that I'll be able to tell my grandchildren someday. The censored versions anyway.

I will however proudly leave in all the parts about the smokin' and the boozin'.

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Gilbert said...

...why aren't you being paid for these words?

I'm enjoying your big adventure!


Cherise said...

Funny. All my friends were taking Spanish, and being the contrarian (and snob) I chose to take the most useful of languages: latin. Duh. (It was an "honors" class) Oh man how I wish my contrarian-ness had pushed me to choose French.

Definitely leave in the boozin and smoking parts. That's the best stuff.

KLS said...

I always wondered how you met your husband.
I love that story!!!
You were a beautiful bride.

A Daughter of the King said...

I just love your blog and appreciate your adventures. Blessings!

'Drea said...

That's sweet that FrenchBoy seemed familiar to you.

Kudos for giving yourself credit.

Also, it's freaky that you were writing to *Janet Jackson* last Wednesday.

Shanster said...

I love the life is made up of the sum of our decisions... isn't it crazy to think if you had decided to do X it would have led to Y vs. where you are now at D?


did that even make sense? Or is the red wine talkin' for me again??

Madame K said...

Gilbert- Why aren't I being paid for these words? I dunno, you should really talk to someone about that. I could certainly use the book dealcash advance.

Cherise- High five to teenage snobbery!

KLS & DOK- Thanks for the kind words. They're always appreciated.

Drea- Yeah, I totally pulled that out of the vibrations of the Ether...

Shanster- Tell the red wine to preach it!

tonton_flaneur said...

I don't know you personally, but sometimes I feel like I do. If you ever come to San Francisco again we should have a glass of wine or two. I have to say that this is one of the funniest pics you have ever posted[yes, I've seen it before] really makes me laugh! So glad you love France, keep writing about my favorite place with your own unique slant on things!! J'adore!!

Cynthia said...

I love your wedding day! It's very impromptu, I love stuff like that! You two make a wonderful couple. :)

I, like you, studied French since middle school but I have lost all of it. I can still understand it fairly well but not like I used too. I've been missing it like mad and I want to go to France, hell, I want to go back to Europe. I guess when there is a will there is a way. :)

Lovely story.

caroline said...

Love your story! I'm from DSM and am also a big Hawkeye fan! I lived in Paris for about 2 years and am headed back in September. I love your blog and also the photography for your ceremony is beautiful! Did you hire a photographer in France? Bonne journée Madame K!