Story about moving to a new place : Paris

A new beginning Moving to a new place is never easy, a hell lot of pre production goes in. My husband and I have been planning my move to Paris for a long time now. Gathering all the papers, applying for visas, filling out this application, that application, the process is endless. After a lot efforts I finally got my visa. I would see Yves- marie again!!! My excitement went through the roof. I called Him and he was so happy, we could finally start planning our life together. I called my parents to tell them the good news, that’s when it hit me that I will be leaving my family, friends and everything I know behind. The date to leave came nearer and nearer but I wasn’t ready to accept it. I waited till the last minute to pack, till the day my sister arrived for her summer break. so my leave would go easy on my mother. I began to pack a day before I left, it was fun, we had a big task ; to fit 26 years of my life in two bags. I wanted to take everything my favourite tshirts, trousers, sweaters lots and lots of them, favourite blanket, my never ending tea collection and all my art supplies. All of us as a family, used our brown people skills to fit all of my stuff in two bags very efficiently. Very proud of us. When the time came we all cried and hugged each other. I knew I had to say good bye to embrace a new beginning.