So just like we jumped in to buying a 24 unit apartment building, and then 20 some units more, we jumped in to heading for a new country. Each time, the jumping was preceded by: endless research and planning, due diligence, and then a shrug and signing on the dotted line. Followed by lots of work.
Tris has an advantage, like a secret weapon. He’s British – Canadian so this makes him twice as crazy. He does things like jump off a wharf into the Atlantic ocean in the winter. He also is allowed with his family (until Brexit!) to live in EU countries. We jumped through lots of hoops, including me unnecessarily going to Montreal for a visa, assembled the paperwork, researched schooling, debated what to do with Indy the cat, figured out a house to rent in the off season in a small town in southern France. Rented our house, which had to be painted, renovated, packed. Actually, I did all of that while renting out rooms in our basement, while Tris did the real estate work. Bought plane tickets. Foolishly we decided Tris and 2 of the ducks, the older two, would go earlier to England where he has family, to buy a used car and pick the younger duck and me up in Barcelona after a nice road trip in the supposed new (beater) used car. Never found a decent used beater. Bought plane tickets to southern France and picked us up in a rental, all in all a lot of extra stress and money.
The first time is hard. The idea is, the second time is much easier, and that is what I will describe as we do it all, hopefully in an interesting way that will make it seem feasible to anyone else who is interested. Maybe enough to inspire families to take the work 4 years take the 5th year off option, for example.
So that is how it came about, broadly. We just jumped, we like the water, so we’re doing it again.