A Redneck in Paris

A redneck beginning

Okay, here we are, 44 days from take-off and I have no idea where we are. As I think about the enormity of what it takes to move our family, I get lost in all the uncertainty. See, you have to fit your life into a 6'x6'x6' box (each person) and that is all you get to take. You are going to take it from a 3200sf house to a 3 bedroom 900sf apartment, or if you are lucky, you might find a 1000+sf house, but all only have 1 bathroom. Amercian's seem to be the only ones who seem to pay homage to having 2 bathrooms.Now, that may sound snobbish, but it is more what has become a way of life and what you are used to. Some would say that there are those in this world who don't even have one bathroom and with that, it brings me back to the real world, that we will survive with just one bathroom. Bathroms aside, my kids attitude toward moving have changedKatherine, who was psyched about living in the home of Gucci, Prada, Chanel etc decided to have a meltdown today. After spending a lot of time with her friends this summer, she got upset that she was leaving such great friends. Now Jackson, who what initially my meltdown child, has been walking around the house saying, " more mac-n-cheese sil vous plait!"So, as I drink my American Beer, driving my Amercian Car (not at the same time), I can't wait for the adventure that awaits, learning about a culture whose buildings can be more than 800 years old, free from WiFi, and steeped in tradition.Au revoir Texas, Bonjour Paris'