Until It Happens To You

Some time ago at the wedding reception for someone I grew up with, I was introduced to a family friend.

The gentleman's name was Ross, he was somewhere around college age like the rest of us, and I knew nothing of him before that moment.

He seemed like a nice man, and for a while, he stood talking with us before getting lost in the crowd of wedding guests.

Something I said to my friend afterwards must have been what caused her to explain to me, "Ross lives in France."

Now my life experience at the time had given me no exposure to real-life American-born young adults who willingly chose to reside in another country. So, for whatever reason, I was taken aback by the whole idea.

It's funny to remember that now in light of my current circumstances.

The town's welcome sign doubles as a soccer goal for these two kiddos.