Finally, after two years of flying between France and the States, consulates, birth certificate translations, medical check-ups, multiple trips to the préfecture, and spending loads of money, I’ve obtained the right to work in France.
The best part is that the man who handled my case is named Tony Love.
It’s exciting, but intimidating at the same time because I have to discover precisely how I fit into the French workforce. I’m not certain my French is at an appropriate level for teaching music and teaching English at a language school won’t help my integration into French culture.
I’ll also miss some of the people and connections I’ve made through my multiple Craigslist jobs; there are some really exceptional people I’ve met and experiences I’ve had.
Who knows what lies ahead…