A sharp turn to the leftPosted: January 17, 2013
For those of you just tuning in, about 18 months ago I became ill with what has come to be a chronic, mysterious, and disruptive illness. After eight months of tests, appointments, prescriptions, supplements and alternative therapies I was not seeing much improvement.
I had been doing my best to continue my real estate career during this time. The satisfaction I get from my job made it very difficult to give up. We realized though, during the Spring of 2012, that I was unable to work and that the stress of trying to continue was likely making my illness worse.
We couldn’t continue to live where we were without my income and I was concerned that it would be difficult to be in Durham without practicing real estate. We decided to spend a year away concentrating on health. Hours and hours of discussion and research led us to Paris where we have been for the past six months.
After battling my umpteenth sinus infection and virus this winter we began discussing if Paris with its pace, pollution, and noise may be causing my system additional stress. Joel and I are a peculiar mix of impulsive and type A and as such it took many evenings of research, lists, budgeting, and talking to decide that it would best to spend the last five months of our French Visa in the countryside.
On February 20th we will be moving to a TINY town in Brittany. Our landlord is a wonderful British woman who lives close near our cottage. I will be able to see an English-speaking doctor in town. We will move from a tiny studio to a three bedroom house with a fenced-in yard (for 1/3 the price!). Our house is near a lake, a zoo, soccer fields, and another picturesque small town.
We’ve never lived a rural lifestyle and have no idea how we will adjust. Will we be bored out of our minds? Maybe. Joel is very excited though and I am sure the dogs would be if they had that cognitive ability.
I am hoping and praying that the silence and peaceful environment helps. My schedule is packed with tests and doctor’s visits as we prepare for our move but I am also hoping that given five months of complete rest my body may mysteriously start healing like it mysteriously starting hurting.
We are going to make this most of Paris before we go and I’m open to any bucket list suggestions you have.
Thanks, as always, for reading and for your supportive comments and emails. It’s comforting knowing that when I take time to write each day that friends and family around the world are checking in and thinking of us.