Welcome to Our Irregular Dispatch From French Life
This isn't your average newsletter. It’s the honest, occasionally ridiculous, behind-the-scenes look at what it's really like for two Americans and a Golden Retriever to move to France. Whether you’re a daydreamer, a planner, or already knee-deep in French paperwork, this is the one email you’ll actually look forward to.
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The House Above Avignon
The steps weren’t consistent. Some were full, others barely counted as steps at all. My body kept correcting for what my eyes expected. I started letting the suitcase bounce off my thigh to help push it up, willing it to the top.