Thanks everyone for your comments and supportive messages after last week’s post. I think that it was a perfect storm of a quieter work week ahead of spending the most money we have on anything here in France (besides the house itself bien sur!).
I have held off posting this week so that I could include the before and after pictures of our tree felling escapades over the last 48 hours. The whole event was preceded by a bit of a sleepless night for me as I was nervous that the trees wouldn’t come out without damaging the electrical cable which ran directly through the middle of one of the conifers, as well as two others which were touching the phone cables of all of our neighbours’, and I was keen not to fall out of favour with everyone within the first few months of being here!
As a side note, we have already been here in France for almost six whole months – so for those of you who have been following me since we got here – and there are even some of you who will have been following our escape from the UK from the planning stages of last summer (!!) – that’s the fastest six months of our lives that I have ever known! As we were wheelbarrowing wood up to the top of our garden yesterday evening I took the moment to lie down on the grass and reflect on all that had passed.
From selling our UK home, living in a gite, buying this place and making it habitable, we have come so so so far, and yet still have so much to do. However, I have a feeling that’s a theme that I’ll be coming back to frequently!
So for now, we can bask in the glory of this week’s big win. And our new, phenomenal view. What do you think?
We’ve now been in France for just over three months.
We are officially exercising our treaty rights (I would argue we have been since day one, but for the benefit of the unconvinced…). I’m working. More than I thought I would be. Much of my work time is the behind the scenes running of the business – the stuff that doesn’t directly earn money. Be that emailing, tracking, invoicing, researching, marketing – oh and performing. It’s a long list, but it’s great and I love it. I’m incredibly lucky to enjoy what I do and it took me a long time to get here with many a crappy job along the way.
So when I’m confronted by the list of jobs that need doing on the new house, some small like putting up a hook, right through to deciding whether or not to convert the grenier (attic) into a whole new floor with the same footprint as the house we currently live in, sometimes the list of jobs feels so long it can be paralysing.
Decisiveness has never been something I’ve struggled with (hello kneejerk reaction to Brexit and a new life in France!), and for better or worse, I am capable of decision making even under the greatest pressure. But this is different, this is like having a hundred options in a sea of decisions and knowing that no matter which one you choose, there will always be 99 more waiting for you to attend to them.
I mentioned this feeling on my Instagram feed this week and it got a big response from people who had shared the same experience upon arriving in a newly adopted country with a home in need of work. It was comforting to all be able to share our experiences and acknowledge that all the jobs will all still be there tomorrow (in a good way) and be sure that to take time for ourselves and enjoy the process is absolutely necessary.
So I’ve had a few days of luxuriating in my decision to do less, which has culminated in a VERY full Friday. I’m not sure if there’s a lesson to be learned here, but I’m definitely noticing lots of things about myself in this new life, my avoidance of certain tasks and how far I’ve come from working pretty much non-stop when we lived in Bristol being just two.
So now, time to move onto my third piece of writing for the day, and one which I thankfully have the weekend to attend to. But with a trip to the cinema and dinner at neighbours’ planned for tomorrow evening I had better get a wriggle on.