A Cariad Life

Last evening, we returned to France after spending a week in the Pacific Northwest with our immediate family, my mom, extended family, and some friends. We even got to dogsit Coco for five days–I got lots of kisses from her! We were treated to especially glorious weather (which can be hit or miss this time of year in the PNW) and leaving the towering trees, mountain ranges, and glistening water were tough…not to mention saying goodbye to our boys and family (some of whom we haven’t seen in years due to COVID). Our oldest son, Noah, was also married, and we could not be happier–the wedding was beautiful and he and Chloe are perfectly suited for each other. I now have a daughter-in-law (yay!)–we love Chloe so much!

The plan was to have my mom return to France with us and stay for a couple of weeks. Unfortunately, due to the rigorous nature of the journey to France and back, we all decided that it would be best not to do it. We were all disappointed, but it helps that we will see her in just a few weeks. As we returned last night, driving through fields and valleys just outside our village, I marveled again at the beautiful French light at twilight–it really is magical. There was a twinge of sadness about not staying, but it was outweighed by wanting to be back closer to my family. There really is nothing like flying for 10.5 hours straight to remind me yet again how very far away we are.

Wow, these are the final weeks of our time living here in France…we have 16 more nights of guests and then we take a few days to close up the house, pack our clothing, and head back. Our house is on the market and has had a showing; it will be hard to have it for sale so far away, but fortunately, we have a good agent who will keep an eye on it for us.

We are now in the process of figuring out what is next. Besides, knowing that we will land on the East Coast, within driving distance of our parents, we are very unclear about the next steps. So many things to consider…house, car, jobs, insurance, etc. We have started over in a new place before, but never with so few belongings–this may truly be the scariest jump for me yet–even scarier than going to France. Sometimes, I just hold Darrell’s hand to remember this other sweet person, who is right beside me and experiencing the same uncertainty. My faith is also rock for me–I know that God has a purpose in this and will allow me to glimpse a vision of what is ahead when it is time. Interestingly, over the last week or so, I’ve begun to have the rough outlines of my next adventure take root in my mind. I’m going to spend some time reflecting and writing about what that could look like–I can’t say more right now, other than it will be in the US and will allow me to use all of these experiences and the journey I have been on for the last year. I’ll share more as I know more.

In the meantime, Darrell and I are ending this chapter, with a little bit of grieving, but growing excitement about being home. I’ll keep you posted on developments:)