(Because it’s not all croissants and châteaux — but it’s close)
- France changes you — quietly, completely.
It teaches you to savour, to pause, to care about the smallest things — how coffee smells, how bread cracks, how words feel in your mouth. You arrive as a visitor, but you stay as someone who’s learned how to live.
- The romance wears off — and that’s when the real love begins.
France will sweep you off your feet at first. But once you’ve been here a while, the glitter fades — and what’s left is something deeper: comfort, familiarity, the quiet joy of belonging.
- French friendships take time — but they’re built to last.
The French don’t overshare, and they don’t open up fast. But when they do, it’s real. You don’t just get a friend; you get someone who’ll drive two hours with soup when you’re sick.
- You will always be slightly foreign — and that’s okay.
No matter how fluent you get or how long you stay, someone will still ask, “Ah, you’re not from here, are you?” Accept it. You’re a bridge between worlds now.
- “Lunchtime” is sacred — but not universal.
Not everything closes at midday anymore, but the mindset remains. Lunch is for living, not multitasking. Don’t eat at your desk; go outside, talk, breathe. It’s practically cultural therapy.
- The language is alive — and loves to surprise you.
No textbook will prepare you for regional slang or mumbled idioms. It’s humbling — and delightful.
- Style is not about money.
It’s about intention. A scarf can do more for your confidence than a new dress. And somehow, everyone here just knows that.
- The weather matters less than the light.
The French talk about light the way other people talk about politics. Once you notice it — that golden, honeyed shimmer at the end of the day — you’ll understand why.
- France isn’t Paris.
It sounds obvious, but living outside the capital is like discovering a whole other country — slower, friendlier, and full of charm. The real France often begins where the TGV line ends.
- You’ll learn to slow down — and it’ll save you.
At first, you’ll fight the pace. Then, one day, you’ll realise the world hasn’t fallen apart just because you took an afternoon off.