In all the moving hubbub, I completely forgot about my Franciversary! Seven (long) years ago, I very naively gave up my career, family & friends and moved to France. I admit there were a few times when I thought "If only I could go back and tell pre-France Ksam to not do it, to not go". But no regrets baby.

It's been a long ride, with probably more downs than ups, but it's made me who I am today. And I'm happy to say that after all of this time, I feel like I'm moving forward again. I finally have what I had when I left the US at the ripe old age of 23 - a good job, a good man, a decent apartment and good friends. That was always one of the most frustrating things to me about having moved to France - it was such a huge step back for me, both personally and professionally. And granted, this is not where I thought I'd be at 30, but I'm okay with the directions things are heading.

But most of all, I'm glad I stuck it out. I'm glad I decided to stay. I'm glad I took the time to discover myself again and I'm glad I didn't just rush into another relationship. And to C's credit, he, unlike all the others, knew how to be patient. He took his time and didn't force things (even though part of me fought it all the way, as I'm sure a few dear friends can attest to!). But ever so slowly, I found myself opening up to him. And now here we are living together. In an apartment that is just all kinds of awesome.

So yeah. Seven years later, I'm not anywhere near where I started, but that's okay. I guess it's like they say - it's about the journey, not the destination, right?