When I started writing this ‘moving to France’ series, I wanted it to be as uncensored as possible. Oftentimes, what people put out there is not really the whole picture, and we’re made to believe that it’s just a matter of packing your bags, sailing off and living the dream. If only.
The photographer was supposed to be coming today, and by the end of this week, our house would have officially gone on the market. We had never been so prepared, so ready. But yet again, it seems like life has other plans. Last week we went through one of the biggest shit storms this side of the nuthouse. The fact that an incompetent dentist almost killed me Friday morning when he injected anesthesia into a blood vessel, giving me a small heart attack (one of the scariest things I’ve ever been through), was just the tip of the iceberg.