But there is hope, folks, since as of yesterday I am the proud purchasor of an electronic plane ticket direct to France, la belle France, the City of Lights, and the country I love. I leave September 22 at 9:05 p.m. And while my bags are not packed, and I have neither visa nor the required paperwork to obtain one (hello, government, get on that, would ya?), I am still oh so ready to go. And oh, it's a one-way ticket, because I am cheap, and also hopeful. (Don't worry, I'll write). Though my contract ends April 30, if I have my way I'll stay there forever. (But you know what they say about counting your poussins...)
A bientôt, chéris. Think good, Frenchy thoughts for me, and if you know anyone at the French consulate who could help me get my arrêté de nomination, like, stat, or alternatively, if you have advice for packing eight months worth of apparel, accessories and accoutrements in only two bags, that would be ever so helpful. Cheers!