Bonjour, my name is Charli and I barely speak French. Oh no, I didn’t let this stop me from moving to Paris, which either makes me incredibly optimistic or pig-headed. Jury is still out. But I do know I’m far from alone.
In early spring, while in the process of deciding whether or not to move to Paris, I came across a quote that resonated with my choice: “There is no growth in the comfort zone and no comfort in the growth zone.” At that point I was snuggled into the comfort zone of my New York City life, 11 years in the making.
As part of signing the integration contract with France (un contrat d’intégration républicaine or CIR) at your OFII meeting, you have to complete two required modules on French civics.
My own French love story was an accident. I had no girlhood obsession with Paris, no special feelings for French culture, no Eiffel Tower prints in my apartment. I didn’t even eat cheese until I started dating the Frenchman who became my husband.
If I spent as much time reading about other people’s adventures in France as I did actually learning French, I’d be fluent many times over. Unfortunately for me, I find the adventures of the Americans, Canadians, Brits and Australians who came before me to be […]