Moving Forward Sara and David have decided to move. Find out where and why. BY SARA WILSON
Illustration by Gabriel Lefrancois
Spain on the left, France on the right...where will Sara and David end up?
On November 15th, David and I will be moving and weíll be taking our two cats and our 22 boxes with us. Torrevieja, with its close proximity to Davidís family and its cheap rent has been a good transition place for us. But it isnít our home, and weíve known for a while that we donít want to stay. We just didnít know where we wanted to go. But now we do, and Iím excited for what lies ahead.
But the decision didnít come easy. In fact, it was only after days of talking and examining our lives, including our past, present and future that we were finally able to come to a decision. The two contending locations? Altea, Spain or Paris, France. Both charming. Both wonderful. And both completely the opposite of the other.
We fell in love with Altea the moment we saw it. It was love at first sight for us both. It lured us in with the promise of an idyllic lifestyle in a beautiful setting right on the water. We were so in love with it that we had decided to move there as soon as we returned from our trip to Paris. We even gave our present landlord the one month required notice to let him know that we would be vacating the apartment on the 15th. And the day before we left for Paris, we spent the day in Altea, visiting apartments for rent. We found one that day that felt like it could be home. It was a cozy two-bedroom with a fireplace, brand new kitchen appliances and exited out on to a cute little street in the old part of Altea.
However, when we arrived in Paris and reunited with our friends and family, met our new niece and got immersed in the bustle and activity of Paris, we fell in love all over again. But it was a different kind of loveóthe type reserved for an old flame. Paris is a city that both David and I were familiar with and already had roots in. I already speak French, I already have friends there. Chouchou, my creperie friend, was offering to help us if we came to live in Paris. He could help us find a location, he could offer a guiding hand and he could help us navigate the ins and outs of doing business in Paris. Farid, my old roommate was offering us my old room. Nathalie, my old student, was offering to help us find jobs if we needed. The familiarity of Paris was comforting, and it was tempting to hold on to that and never let it go.
We were torn between two choices, and, while we agonized over the decision, we tried to remember how fortunate we were to even have such choices. Many people donít. We had choices, but we had to pick one in order to stop living life as if on a tightrope, walking straight down the middle.
The day we left Paris, it was rainy and cold. The clouds covered the sky and offered a glimpse of the Winter that was to come. We boarded the plane bound for Spain. And, as we started the descent to Alicante, we looked through the window and spotted El PeŮůn de Ifach, the tallest rock along the Mediterranean that identifies Calpe, a small city just North of Altea. We followed the Costa Blanca coastline South and found Benidorm with its skyscrapers and we knew that Altea was tucked somewhere in the middle between the two. We took in the mountain ranges and the clear, blue skies and appreciated Spain for its natural beauty and warm temperaturesóeven in the month of November.
And, once we arrived and got our cats back from their 10 euros a day hotel (oh, how we miss our old neighbors who used to give our cat Sushi so much TLC when we couldnít!), we continued to question what it was that we really want in our lives, what would really make us happy.
And, surprisingly, I found that I wasnít clinging to the idea of living in Parisóthe dream of many and my own a mere two years ago. Instead, I was questioning whether city life would really make us happy. I was thinking about our future kids and wondering about the quality of their childhood in a place such as Paris. And, after weighing the pros and cons of each place over and over again, we finally came to a decision together; and it felt right.
So on November 15th, we will be, once again, hauling our boxes into Davidís aunt and uncleís fruit and vegetable van and heading an hour and a half up North to Altea, a small village that feels like paradise. We have made our decision and are moving forward. Itís a decision that, in the past, I might never have taken, but Iíve arrived at a different stage of my life. Together, David and I are looking forward and making decisions based on what we wantófor our future.
Sara Wilson is currently working as a freelance writer and lives in Torrevieja, Spain with her husband. She has kept a record of her adventures living abroad which you can find here or on her blog: http://sarawilson.wordpress.com. Contact her directly at firstname.lastname@example.org.