Dream a Little Dream January 2011 |
Once upon a time a woman of modest means and monumental vision took a leap of faith and bought one of my home shares in France, just like that!
This seemed to be hugely counter-intuitive as she appeared to be a very detail-oriented self-sufficient woman who typically planned things to the nth degree. She assured me that she'd done her due diligence and, well, this just fit into her dream.
As we got to know one another and became truly close friends (P.S. this often happens among my FPS owners), I learned that this single mid-fifties gal had carried this little dream in her head for some time; "When I retire in 15 months", she'd say, "I plan to spend ½ the year in France." We would compare notes, ooh and aah, and sigh in a sympatica way about "la vie en France". 
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Just after Christmas, I treated myself to a nice long phone call to France with my "Dreamer Friend" at her fractional ownership home in the Languedoc.
"How are things going?" I inquired a bit jealously, realizing that my now retired world nomad had JUST DONE IT and spent her first 3 months solo on French soil.
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I could feel the smile beams vibrating trans-Atlantically as she said "I wasn't sure how I would like being here on my own for this long but guess what? I'm busier here than I ever was back home with markets to visit with one friend and new friends next door who have invited me to watch Les Miserables this evening. Oh yes, and I'm planning a soiree for sixteen chez moi for New Year's Eve".
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