(Enter new characters: My best friend we will call Becky Sharp – or, simply, Becks – because when asked which literary character she most closely resembled, she replied with, “Well I know I remember identifying with Becky Sharp from Vanity Fair, though I can’t remember why…” Best friend’s boyfriend is attending film school, so (deviating from literary names) I will call him Hitchcock.)
If you read my last post, you know that I spent the weekend lamenting missed opportunities of pulling up all roots and moving overseas for an extended period of time. Now, I was fortunate enough to spend a summer in Spain and a month in Brazil, but what I really crave is at least a year somewhere far, far away. Now that I’m at a certain point in my life where I’ve put down stakes and am committed to being in this city for the foreseeable future, the dream will have to wait (or else I’ll have to get very creative), and that’s okay. But, given my wanderlust, the text message I got last night from my best friend was a bit … unfair. (Yes, I’m feeling like an envious four year old.)
My best friend, Becks, moved to Chicago last October with her boyfriend so that he could attend film school. They love the big city, and I applaud their tenacity in making that dream come true. They’ve talked of moving out to L.A. afterward, but nothing prepared me for the following text message, received at 9:28 pm yesterday:
“So, we are thinking about moving to France in two to five years for Hitchcock’s grad school, so you guys definitely need to start saving money to visit. If Sex and the City taught me anything it’s that if you move to France you miss your friends.”
WHAT?! Seriously? Don’t get me wrong; I’m excited for her. But it smarts a bit. Okay, I’m downright JEALOUS. My best friend is going to get to live out MY dream!
We spent the rest of the night and a good chunk of this morning texting back and forth about all the details. The school they’re looking at is in Paris, they will help my Becks find work, they can take their dogs with them, they have amazing financial assistance for their students (and help them find housing), and they may stay after for a few years so Hitchcock can get his start in the French film industry.
I’m simply reeling with jealousy.
3 Comments
August 6, 2008 at 4:06 am
Surely they need librarians in France?!
August 6, 2008 at 1:49 pm
I’d have better luck in Spain, where at least I speak the language. It’s all the grown-up commitments I have that have me tied down…
August 7, 2008 at 3:34 am
Just came across this blog today…At least you will have a great excuse to travel and visit Europe often! And that is something to brag about!