Crow’s Feet
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Crow’s Feet

What happened next?

After a humiliating French language class in a room full of teenagers, I realised France wasn’t the only foreign country I was living in. I had also arrived in the Country of Old Age.

I didn’t want to be there.

Photo by Mathijs Delva on Unsplash

I’d like to say I quickly snapped out of the resulting funk and gracefully came to terms with the aging thing.

I didn’t.

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Janice Macdonald

Janice Macdonald

At 68, I started a new chapter in my life: I moved to France. Alone. It turned out to be quite the page-turner. Still is — even when age insists on a part.