Adventure

 

Today, which happens to be my birthday, should also see us back in our little village town on the ocean at Théoule sur Mer. I’m curious to see if it feels any more closed down now at the end of the season, or how much it will start to close down as we head into November and even the start of December. We should still be there through that time as we continue to search for a place to live.

I’m more or less dictating this from our last morning in the Venice of the Languedoc, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to include any new photographs below. But I wanted to make sure, while I had the chance and a little time this morning, to get a post in so I’m not scrambling to do it later, on the day we return to Théoule sur Mer, on my birthday. So though I am reporting here before leaving Sete, we’ll see where we are and perhaps have more reflections on this search tomorrow.

And did we find a place to live on this trip? It’s hard to say.

Traveling like this is all the adventure it was cracked up to be, though I’m not sure adventure is exactly what we think it is when we’re not having one. It has very high highs and very low lows. And, at least for us, it seems to crash between them pretty violently.

We found places we loved on this trip. And I think if an apartment that we can actually rent will accommodate us, we could end up living here for a very long time indeed. But it is equally possible that we will never be back here again.

Which is a split in the fabric of reality that shocks me a little to consider. But perhaps that’s the way things go when one tries to build a new life in a new place.