Paris was home to my husband and me and our oldest three kiddos were born there. My posts from when we lived there talk about some of the crazy and beautiful of living in a mega city. Daily squeezing two kids, a sleeping baby, a glider bike, a scooter, a double stroller and a bag of frozen peas in our elevator that has a smaller footprint than our dishwasher.
My urban journey started technically when I was born in Minneapolis but was put on pause for a decade while I lived in a great suburb for most of elementary school, junior high and high school. I jumped back into urban living full-heartedly when I moved to NYC just after high school graduation– that’s a whole other story! After a year in New York, I ended up studying at the University of Wisconsin- Stevens Point, and I loved it. I earned degrees in French and International Humanities which set me up well after graduation to live and work in Toulouse, France for five years.
In 2008 my husband (he’s American too, incase you were wondering) and I got married and we were transferred to Paris, France. Settling back into a big city was fun for me. Three of our littles were been born at the hospital(s) right behind our apartment complex – I walked home after delivering our first baby. Crazy, right? “Loulou” is now seven, “Vroom, Vroom” is five, “Baby Girl” is three and their little brother, “Tio” is just a year.
God has been very kind in shepherding me through all my urban adventures, frustrations and fears. And, He was very kind in calling us back to live in the U.S. in 2017. My life in suburban Orlando looks quite different from our days as a family in Paris, but there is still a lot of urban blood flowing through this mama’s veins. Whatever setting you or I live in, I hope this is a place of encouragement, laughter and learning.