Check, Check and Double check.

Now, I've moved before.  I've packed up my belongings into various boxes and other such containers and relocated them to a new home.  This is nothing new to me, however it's typically been moves measured in kilometers and international lines crossed.

Yes, this is this inaugural post for my soon to become infamous written log my exploits in France.

Some people would be a lot more freaked out about moving internationally, especially when the 'international' includes an ocean crossing.  My flight leaves in roughly 41 hours, but I'm not terribly worried about it. I have never been scared of this move, this entire uprooting of my life and setting it down in a country where I do not speak a single word of the language doesn't worry me one bit.  I caught the wanderlust a few years ago as I wandered Morocco and I never looked back.

Of course, by this point I've had nearly a year to acclimatize to the idea, so that certainly helps take the edge off of any jitters I might have had.

To explain, I should first bring you up to speed on a few things.  I am moving for work, to change my career path and undertake a radically new and exciting role that until recently I had never even knew existed.  Though the whole thing started roughly 1 year previous.

I was interviewed by Ubisoft for an internal trainer position.  This in and of itself isn't a shocking departure from my previous experience, I've taught for years as a side job to my main Game Design Career.  It was during the 2010 Olympic  games that I was taken from my previous city of residence to interview with the executives at Ubisoft in Paris for said trainer position.  As of this writing it has been 11 months since these interviews took place.

In the end, I was not chosen for the position instructing with Ubisoft, but I was offered a much better position as part of their editorial department.  Ever since I have been struggling with paperwork, red tape and general confusion in my attempts to become a Parisian.

In only a couple days all of these problems will be behind me. My amazing wife and I will board a plane and find ourselves in the deep end of French culture.  I am excited and exhausted all at the same time.

So keep your eyes peeled, as I expect there will be numerous shenanigans, gaffs, blunders and eureka moments, and I will want to jot them all down so as to remind myself I am not going crazy!

Catch you on the French side.  ;)