I’ve been putting off this post for a while. First of all, I wanted to be sure it was happening. Then, I wasn’t quite sure how to announce the news. Finally, I had to face up to the fact that with two weeks to go and the house full of cartons, I really ought to let friends know…
Alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits.
Yes, the Victorias are going on an adventure, running off into the blue. After twelve years (a satisfactory dozen, very much in keeping with Bilbo’s tastes) we are leaving New Zealand.
There are many and diverse reasons for this. Most hinge around family, some around work. The former is why we’re headed back to France. The latter is why it will most likely be Paris. The decision has been more than a year in the making and now things are actually happening I’m having trouble believing it. This may account for my tardiness in posting on the subject.
It’s a bittersweet goodbye. NZ has been good to us, and it’s a real wrench in many ways to leave. I wrote a post a while ago about how the Land of the Long White Cloud became home. I still feel that way.
All the same, adventure beckons. Like Bilbo, my Tookish side is definitely coming out. I’m looking forward to expanded horizons. Though Paris itself isn’t unknown to me, living in that city at this point in my writing life, with a child, while my husband branches out into a new career of his own, is certainly exciting. This isn’t the student and aupair Paris of my younger days. I’m hoping it will be an enriching experience in a whole host of ways. I may even visit elves…
You’ll have to forgive the Lord of the Rings metaphors, by the way. When I arrived in this country twelve years ago it was to work on Peter Jackson’s movies, as an animator. I spent three and a half years doing that. Now, as we’re preparing to leave, Frank is finishing up three and a half years of working on ‘The Hobbit’. It’s a rather neat parallel.
I do feel like Bilbo. Half nostalgic, half joyful, eager for the road. And I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like…
There will, of course, be a party, and you’re all invited, if you happen to be in town. At the moment we’re thinking an informal evening at the Larder in Miramar, after work on Friday the 29th of June. Just good friends, drinks and nibbles and hopefully many laughs.
Please come to send us off. We promise not to disappear in the middle of the speech!