Embracing Journey: Our Household Hole 12 months in France

This as-told-to essay is predicated on a dialog with Gemma Bonham-Carter, 40, a working mom in Ottawa, Canada. It has been edited for size and readability.

After having our first child, my husband and I began dreaming about residing in France. Earlier than youngsters, we might lived overseas in England and New Zealand, and we needed our kids to develop up with that very same sense of journey.

After the pandemic, I spotted life was too quick to maintain saying “in the future.” Sitting on the dock at my dad and mom’ cottage in Ontario, the solar melting into the lake, it hit us: “If not now, when?”

Nearly a 12 months later, in September 2023, we packed up our two youngsters and moved to the South of France for a 12 months.

Getting ready for the transfer

I run an internet enterprise educating entrepreneurs tips on how to develop and scale utilizing advertising and marketing and AI instruments. Earlier than the journey, our days had been fast-paced: getting the youngsters out the door, diving into calls, squeezing in fitness center time, juggling faculty pickups and household commitments.

Uprooting our lives wasn’t surprising — we had traveled broadly — however doing it with an 8- and 10-year-old added a layer of hysteria.

To arrange, my husband took a sabbatical from his authorities consulting job. I reduce my hours. We rented out our residence to a single dad who was renovating his home.

France made sense for a lot of causes

We needed our children to be taught French, and the slower, community-focused rhythm of southern France felt like the best alternative. My husband and I each spoke the language.

Aix-en-Provence — sunny, walkable, and bursting with tradition and meals — appeared good. Once we discovered an house on SabbaticalHomes.com, it felt like destiny.

After all, fears loomed. Securing visas, enrolling the youngsters in class, and budgeting our financial savings — round $75,000 — made my head spin. Might the youngsters regulate? Might we? With frugal creativity — strolling in all places, cooking at residence, renting a automotive solely on weekends — the reply was sure.

Our three-bedroom house in an previous constructing had slanted ceilings, stone particulars, and a shocking view over rooftops. The cathedral bells grew to become our morning soundtrack. Just a few touches from the native markets and the youngsters’ art work made it really feel like residence.

Our landlord and her husband had been heat and welcoming, serving to us navigate faculty enrolment, paperwork, and French life. They felt like surrogate grandparents for the 12 months.

France was eye-opening

Our shy son, simply starting French, struggled at first. I nervously despatched a message by means of the native dad and mom’ WhatsApp group to introduce our household. That very same day, he returned residence with seven new buddies.

Day by day life in Aix was blissfully totally different. Weekdays meant strolling the youngsters to high school, grabbing recent bread, and dealing from a café. Afternoons had been for exploring; evenings for cooking, strolling, or just watching the world go by.

Wednesdays — when many French faculties, together with ours, shut — grew to become our favourite: lingering over espresso whereas the youngsters swam and soaking within the gradual, communal rhythm.

Weekends introduced adventures: wandering Luberon villages, the Calanques in Cassis, and the Provençal countryside. Throughout faculty holidays, we ventured additional — Italy, Malta, Belgium, Greece. Watching our youngsters take in tradition and historical past with such openness was unforgettable.

I additionally realized so much about myself

I thrive when life is slower, extra intentional, and fewer cluttered by consumerism and overscheduling. Strolling in all places and embracing minimalism introduced a presence and pleasure I did not notice I used to be lacking.

We returned to Ottawa in August 2024. Coming residence was bittersweet. I missed the “third areas” — the vigorous squares, cafés, and patios the place neighborhood kinds naturally.

Canada felt quieter, extra car-dependent, extra indoors. However I additionally grew to become fiercely protecting of our time and power. I now design my work across the life I need, not the opposite means round. Parenting shifted too: I give my youngsters extra independence, understanding they will thrive exterior their consolation zones.

On paper, our days look the identical — faculty drop-offs, work blocks, household time — however they really feel totally totally different. I’ve made a aware effort to decelerate, scale back calls, and create respiration room in my schedule. My husband made a giant shift too: he left authorities consulting and now works with me full-time, which has been unimaginable for our household.

Ottawa will all the time be residence. From the start, we knew our 12 months in France was an journey, not a everlasting transfer.

Sometime, as soon as the youngsters are older, we dream of proudly owning a captivating fixer-upper in southern France.

Our 12 months overseas reworked us — and we’re already planning our subsequent escape.

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