I am not sure where to start with communicating but lurking is probably something I have done too much of in the past.
The words in the box ask what am I doing today. I finished pruning apple trees and spent the morning painting in some cherry blossoms, then worked on a website.
In April I will be going to Brossac for three weeks. I will actually be going across the ocean for the first time and considering a new life. It does feel a bit scary, well, sometimes more than a little scary.
I have spent the last few months walking my old beagle in a beautiful conservation area above my house and learning French through my ipod. Just when I think I am doing pretty well, and perhaps I am, someone speaks to me in long paragraphs and I catch maybe three or four words! However, I can fluently ask about the political situation and order a glass of wine.
Anyway, I have been reading the posts and trying to assimilate the idea of a transition re: moving to France as a single woman without rose-colored glasses, which I don't seem to have, but with as much consciousness as possible.
In the end it is true, one just does it. Meantime, I have been working up to this scouting trip for about a year I am very glad SFN is here. The warmth and sharing are obvious.