As my husband said the other day, " here we go again, off on another adventure." It's a big one this time. We're moving to Paris. Enfin bref , we're moving on and leaving Normandy. Which is incredibly bittersweet. As much as we're excited to head to the city, our hearts are still heavy. Normandy is such a gorgeous, friendly place, and we love our little house here, so we are truly sad to be leaving. But after commuting to Paris for the last year and a half, relying on the kindness of friends who let me crash on their couches or in a spare room for a night or two, then staying at a friend's place for several months last autumn and finally renting a room in a shared apartment last winter, I am over it . Actually, we're both over it. Being away from home - away from my husband, our dog and our cat - has proven to be more difficult than I ever imagined. And let me tell you, having roommates at my age is kind of weird. I am so happy that it's fi...