I've decided I'm not cut out to be a travel blogger.
The excitement just rolls out quicker than I can document!!
Believe it or not I'm officially half way thru my little mummy runs away to France vacay and I have to say I'm doing fantastically super. All my fears of fretting for my children half a world away have not come to fruition.
The truth is rural France has very little resemblance to life in suburban Geelong. There are very few triggers to remind me of home. Also, life anywhere now is just so connected. I can talk to them any time. Wifi brings us together at least twice a day. I am sending pictures as I see things, I'm FaceTiming them any jolly old time. So, I don't really feel like we are millions of miles apart.
I'm actually going to admit something. Without my children I feel completely contented and happy. This surprises me, most of all. I didn't realise I could feel so comfortable by and within myself. That I could completely switch off my mumma identity and yet here I am doing it and winning. Sure, I miss their stories about their day and their hugs and their little expressive faces and their unwavering love and all the things really but I am getting the mental holiday that I've needed (burn out no longer) and this is paramount to how I will mother in the future. Self care is where it is at. They've been telling me so for years.
So, for now I will continue to try out my french on the locals, about all five sentences of it (I secretly get enjoyment out of pretending I'm french and when I don't give away that I'm actually 300% aussie).
And for now I'll also eat all the cheese and bread and drink all the wines ever single meal time and in between. I'm not sure if I know how to sit without one of them in my hand anymore but it's all such frenchy fun. I'm embracing all the culture.
Tomorrow I leave my rural existence and venture to gay old Paree!