“Quand je te quitte un peu loin, ca ressemble au chagrin, ca fait un mal de chien.” M.Lavoine
I left my douce France in July 2010. Before leaving, I managed to see all the people I loved and cared for, and organized a Goodbye Party for myself. Yes, I did that. We celebrated with baguettes, wine, saucisson, fromage and everything oh-so-French ! I asked everyone to come dressed in either blue, white or red. Yes, I did that too. We listened to Edith Piaf and other classic French singers and we all had a great time.
I was sad to leave everyone but I was very excited to go to Canada, reunite with my now-husband. The future was promising, exciting, and foreign…Since then I have worked a couple jobs, I got married and had a baby. I couldn’t be happier with my life – I have the most wonderful husband and an amazing daughter. But something is still missing. Other than a career for myself, I miss home, terribly.
5 random signs of homesickness:
- I heard a French girl talking while I was waiting for my baby to get her immunization needles and I couldn’t help it. I had to talk to her. It felt so good to speak French with a French person. She said “ca suffit” to her daughter and I thought that was so French. I loved it.
- I have been listening to French music a lot – including music I didn’t use to like.
- “Midnight in Paris” made me cry. When we left the movie theater, I was surprised to hear people speaking English. This movie made me travel.
- I watched Amelie (Le fabuleux destin d’Amelie Poulain) three times and I am thinking of watching it again.
- I felt emotional when Jean Dujardin won the best actor award at the 84th annual academy awards. He’s French, we are family.
10 things I miss about home:
- My family and friends. I have three younger sisters and I haven’t seen them for so long it hurts.
- The food. I miss “boeuf bourguignon”, “tarte a l’oignon”, “raclette”, “fondue au fromage”, “creme brulee” and many other French delights.
- The streets of Paris; cafes and bars, bridges and museums, shops and tourists. Ses beaux quartiers, and bien sur, the Eiffel Tower.
- I miss the French language.
- The bakery downstairs.
- Watching the world go by sitting at a cafe terrace.
- The culture.
- London. (It is not home, but I have lived their long enough to miss it.)This city is very dear to me and so close to home.
- My hairdresser. She’s done my hair for over 10 years and I can’t believe I haven’t done anything to them since I arrived.
- Myself. I miss my old self.
Click here to listen to “Je ne veux pas travailler” (I don’t want to work) by Pink Martini. It is an American band but the song is in French. Sixtine and I have been listening to this song a lot lately.
I would love to hear how you cope with homesickness and what are the things you miss from home…Please share !