A little over a year later, I returned from a trip to meet his family in Paris, knowing that I would move to France. My mother said she could see it in my eyes- that I’d already made my decision before I even announced it. It was with a mix of generosity and trepidation that they accepted my choice. They understood that I needed to see if the relationship was something that could exist outside of the internet, and in order to do that we needed to be in the same country.
Homesickness is interesting. It doesn’t leave you exactly, but it does get easier. Learning to speak French was a turning point. Once I was able to speak their language, I found that came to understand the French more, and everything grew easier from there. There’s also this moment of acceptance; where you kind of surrender to the fact that Paris is your home now. Then it really becomes home.