I have spent the morning beating my head against the wall. I woke up thinking come on, French Country? Can we be more specific here? Really, waking up with a hangover might have been a better strategy. I’d have the headache I have now but at least I would have a fun evening to look back on.
Thus the Google search ensued. I looked for every variation on the theme of living the good life in France — as an outsider-but-not-refugee, of course. This magical new name would have to encapsulate who I am and what I am doing in my new home country. Now there two good questions, neither of which may ever be answered. So, a title that is specific but not too much so. I don’t want to have to go through this exercise again.
So. I sit here with a headache and a new understanding of how many expat-in-France blogs there are out there. Every variation of every option I could think of was taken, plus a few that I didn’t think of. I’m one of a zillion, all mining the same vein. It’s kind of scary.