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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I Think It’s the Railroad Tracks
The car ran smoothly the rest of the drive, no warning lights, no drama, as if to say everything was fine and I had overreacted.
Savoring the Chaos: Issue No. 16
France has a way of reminding you that control is temporary, plans are suggestions, and patience is not optional.
Savoring the Chaos: Issue No. 14
Paris has a way of testing you all day and then, just when you’re ready to leave, setting the table and reminding you why you stayed.
Savoring the Chaos: Issue No. 13
Somewhere under the gravel, the moles are regrouping — and the dog is dreaming of dirt.
Savoring the Chaos: Issue No. 12
It’s not exactly A Year in Provence. It’s more like A Year of Trying to Talk Pascal Into Just One More Project.
Savoring the Chaos: Issue No. 11
In America, living in a cave means you’ve lost the plot. In France, it means you won the lottery.
Savoring the Chaos: Issue No. 9
If Olympic furniture moving were a sport, we’d have medaled that day.
Savoring the Chaos: Issue No. 6
There I was, hose in hand, scrubbing a van I’d driven twenty miles — while Camille judged my sponge technique through a window.
Savoring the Chaos: Issue No. 5
Honestly? A chipped front tooth looked better than a Bond villain cosplay.