Moving to France: Finding my toddler-like footing in always-enchanting France

I was 32 years old when I arrived, exhaustingly jubilant, on French soil with my petite black cat, two oversized suitcases, and my desktop computer. My expansive book collection remained in transit. Seventeen cardboard boxes were suspended above and over the Atlantic Ocean, just as I had been. Thirty-two years quickly transformed into an age of two. Wit…