As those who know me here from my beginning know, one point of constant relationship strain between Hubby and I has been our inability to come to some solution regarding where we are going to live.

In recent months it came to the point where postponing was no longer an option - the decision had to be made.

I was offered a high ranking position, a once in a life time career opportunity and something I had worked my entire life for - everyone who knows me was sure I was going to jump for it. And I did want it, so bad I could taste it.

I politely refused the offer.

Yes, I am doing what my Husband wants and what is best for our son, but it is not a sacrifice. I am also doing whats best for me. I came to the conclusion that I would much rather be happy than powerful. I simply couldn't bear the thought of moving back to US, (though whenever I think of home, I think of Texas).

The decision has been made and we will be informing my family during the traditional Holiday get together.

We are moving to Canada. Quebec.

My Husband is ecstatic, so that alone would have been worth making that decision. Our boy is turning 11 in a couple of months and Tristan wants him to spend at least some time of his formative years in Quebec. And He wants us to finally settle down in one place. We will be closer to my family and I have already received a couple of great job offers, so even that seems to be working out for the best.

The only down side is, I have really really loved living in Europe and its always hard to let go and leave part of your life behind.

I will miss my hairdresser in London. I will miss our weekend house in Zürich (or as we liked to call it, our sex place), its privacy and dungeon. Nightclubs in Lyon and little coves in the Adriatic Sea.

But most of all, I will miss Paris. I will miss my colleagues and my office. I will miss spending afternoons with my son at Jardin du Luxembourg and walking down Champs Elysee decked in stunning Christmas lights for the holidays. Church de la Madeleine and our local patisserie. I will even miss our bossy housekeeper.

I will miss Paris. We were happy here.