Back in 2011, I went to spend a weekend at my friend Erin’s house. Finals were approaching, and I needed a change of scenery. Erin spent the later part of her childhood in a lovely town in central Wisconsin, which is full of small business owners- including a local psychic. For pure fun and entertainment, Erin and I went to see this psychic during my weekend stay– According to Erin’s family, she was pretty accurate, so I went in with an open mind.
We sat down and she read my tarot cards. She said a lot of interesting things that day, but one thing stuck out– “You’re going to marry a foreign military man one day,” said told me. “You’re going to travel a lot, and when you settle down, you’re going to be settled abroad.” I was excited about the settling down abroad part, but sort of in disbelief when she mentioned a partner in my future (I’m not the army wife type.) It was interesting, and fun, and although sometimes general, weirdly accurate. I left satisfied- it was a unique and fun thing experience.
Fast forward two years later, to this past June. I had just received my placement in Toulon, France. “Toulon!?” I thought to myself, “Why was I placed here– there’s not much to see or do! Why couldn’t I have been placed in Nice!?” However I quickly got over that initial disappointment and reminded myself that I was spending a year on the Côte d’Azur and therefore had nothing to complain about. I started researching Toulon, only to find out it was one of the biggest Naval ports in France and Europe. Initially I did not recall my visit to the psychic, but a few weeks later, it dawned on me. Coincidence? Maybe– but curious all the same.
Fast forward to now. I have been in France for two whole months, and in Toulon for approximately 1.5. The coincidence between my location in France and this psychic’s predictions lingers in the back of my mind, but anyone who knows me knows that I am not the type of person who bases her entire life and worth on finding a boyfriend. I’m living my life here the best way I know how– day-to-day, indulging on the awesomeness this small city has to offer. Last night, a group of us (aka every American in this city and then some) went to an American-run Mexican restaurant to celebrate Halloween, as the holiday really doesn’t exist in France. Curiously enough, there was an American woman giving free palm readings. I marched right up to her table and sat down. We chatted and made small talk, and then she took my left hand.
Again, although general statements, she knew I was having emotions in regards to adjusting to expat life in addition to my overall growth as an twenty-something independent adult. But it was the next thing she said that made my heart skip a beat. “You haven’t met the love of your life yet, but you will. And you’ll meet him here– in spring. And you’ll know, and so will he. He’s foreign, but he’s not French. He’s military.” She continued, “I see a trip to Italy coming up- you’re going to have fun. You’re going to so some more traveling. And when you settle down, it won’t be stateside.”
Coincidence? Maybe. But interesting all the same.
I guess we will see what unfolds as I embark on another 7 months in France.