Goodbye la France

I'm Francesca Tereshkova, a British girl who washed up on the shores of France aboard a Eurolines bus in 1998. I came to France the day after I finished my University finals. I'm now 32 with two children. I married my Russian boyfriend (now 'hubski') in 2003. And I've learned as much about France as I need to know. In August 2006, I brought my family back 'home' to the UK. We're still adjusting... This is my story.

About Me

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Location: Formerly the Parisian suburbs, now the town of E., Darkest Oxfordshire, United Kingdom

I get perverse enjoyment from doing the opposite of what everyone else does. I wish I could stop but I can't. So when thousands of Frenchies were leaving France to find work and to make a better life in the UK, I chose to do exactly the opposite. That was in 1998. My French experience is unlike any I have read about in the vast Brit-in-France literary sub-genre. I have no French boyfriend or family, no country house. Dog poo has never inspired me to pick up a pen. I have recently given up on France ever changing, or me ever changing, and brought my family back to the strange new world that is England in 2006. This blog, part life-story, part diary, is my way of saying goodbye la France, and hello Angleterre (or in the Oxfordshire vernacular, 'Orwoight?').

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

So, what am I doing here?

I've been meandering around a bit with this blog, but its time to get to the point. What I am doing in France in the first place?

That's the million dollar question for all expats, and therefore the one I usually avoid asking people. If they want you to know they'll tell you. It's a cliché that most expats are running away from something, but with me that was only a small part of it. I prefer to see it as running towards something, in my case, Paris (who could blame me?), where my boyfriend had a job.

Basically, Paris was the only place where we could both find work.

How romantic.

posted by francesca tereshkova | 1:43 PM

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