On a daily basis, I reminisce about the most magical year of my life. From mid-1999 to mid-2000, I lived in France with a study abroad program. I had begged my mom since seventh grade to let me go on a study abroad program, and my persistence paid off. I graduated a year early, and hopped on a giant airplane across the Atlantic. At this point in my life, I had never been overseas. During that year, I lived like a French person. I went from speaking no French, to becoming completely fluent. The desire to see the world and experience everything in the eyes of the locals.
My love for France has never diminished. Although I have been to several other countries since my magical year, France will always remain my second home. I speak the language, and have wonderful friends there. I know I could easily move my life over there, and never look back. Well, I’d have to look back a little by way of coming back to the U.S. to visit my family and friends over here.
What I’m looking for is something similar to an experience from that movie, Under The Tuscan Sun. If you haven’t seen the movie, Diane Lane’s character goes through a divorce, her lesbian friends send her on a tour of Italy, she gets off the bus and buys a villa, fixes it up, has sex with an incredibly handsome Italian man, goes through a breakup and some turmoil, and then lives happily ever after. I want that, but I want it to happen in France, without a divorce, though, because I’m not married. Ideally, I’d love to find a nice home in the South of France, just outside of Marseille, Cannes, Nice, or Monaco. Something a bit secluded, so I could really embrace French village life, but just a stone’s throw from a bigger city.
Love seems to happen a lot easier for me in France, too. That’s something that’s missing from my life at the moment, and I think it’s fueling this desire for change. I keep going after straight guys here, and that isn’t working out too well for me.
Is this something that only happens in the movies, or to millionaires? With immigration laws, it can’t be that easy, can it? Who knows? A guy can still dream, can’t he?