Hi. I’m Kristina French.

I was born in Tacoma, Washington at Madigan Army Hospital. My birth occurred the night before my father’s finals in his last semester of grad school at the University of Puget Sound. After that, we moved around. A lot.

Nope, not because of the Air Force - my dad left the military only a few weeks after my birth - but because of his new career in local politics. Unbenownst to him, his career choice made it a necessity for him to move his family every one to three years. If he was to move up in his career, it meant he had to move to another city. This has been both a blessing and a curse in my life at various times.

In the Chicago suburbs, I picked up a brother who became my best and longest friend. We then lived in three cities in Florida, then moved to Colorado, and finally to Vancouver, Washington, where I graduated from high school.

Because I went to three kindergartens, three grade schools (I think) and three high schools, by the time I made it to college I had no answer to the question, “But where are you from originally?” I still like to answer, “Everywhere”.

In college, after a string of mostly washed-up boyfriends, I managed to strike gold when I met my future husband. I was 22 and he was 21 when we married, and somehow I managed to pick just the right guy for me. He’s managed to stay “Mr. Right” for over 10 years now. Rich is one of those truly funny, energetic and positive people. He compliments me. He does his share of cooking, cleaning and caring for kids with a smile. But his best trick? He puts up with my obsessive, stubborn self. I’m a better, funner and happier person when I’m around him.

We lived in Seattle for a year and a half and both worked in the technical world that was in full force in the late 1990s and early 2000s. Keeping up with the Jones’s became a priority unfortunately, and although I loved Seattle, it was a mixed bag emotionally for us there. When Rich was offered a good job in his hometown of Richland, Washington doing IT project management for a big-name company, we took the job. I missed the trees and the culture but gained a life with family and a deeper understanding of myself.

After 6 years of marriage, we had our first child, Connor, in October of 2002. He’s a ball of emotion - although we still get our fair share of temperamental moments, his heart is just as full of love. After a three week trip through Europe, Siena was born in April 2005. Yes, she was named after the Italian town of the same name. No, she was not conceived there, although she was in spirit. Siena, all 10 percentiles of body weight of her, is a spitfire. I’m constantly amazed at how so much noise and spirit can come out of such a little body. We also have a dog, Zoe, who was our “first-born”, but now has been demoted to “dog” (but shhhh….don’t tell her that).

After seven years of living here in the Tri-Cities, I’ve lived here the longest of anywhere in my life. Rich’s entire family lives here, and I’ve made some amazing friends. We intended on only staying for a couple of years, but I surprised myself when I wasn’t sad that plans were extended. Rich took a job working for his father’s company a couple of years ago, and really loves his job. Rich’s entire family lives in town, and mine is only 3 hours away in Vancouver. And sure, there are no trees, but they would just be in the way of the drop-dead gorgeous sunsets we have around here. We are surrounded by the love of true friends. Life is great.

Then, just as I was getting settled in, a bombshell hit. Okay, it was a pretty bombshell, filled with confetti and party hats - a pinata? - but it was still shocking in its own wonderful way. We might possibly have the opportunity to move our little family to rural-ish southwestern England for a few years. I’m having to re-open parts of my personality that I carefully had packaged away when we decided we were staying here in town. I’m just beginning to take the adventurous, creative, spontaneous me out of the moth balls.

Will we leave all our family and friends for the unknown? If so, how soon will it take us to make some major faux-pas in another culture? Will Connor and Siena gain school uniforms and British accents even as they lose the ability to see family and friends at a moment’s notice? Can I survive shopping at English grocery stores?

Come along and see.

Update: our move to England has been postponed indefinitely but not outright canceled. In the interim, I’m blogging here about various interests of mine and if you want to stick around, I’d love to have you. If we hear more about England, you’ll be the first to know.

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  1. 1 lisa January 6, 2007 at 4:52 am

    hey, I am keeping informed on your blog….what is the final verdict? How exciting for you all. Even though B an I live in the states we might as well live in another country….we basicly get bi-annual visits from family anyway….email me or call me.

    you will do awesome in england!

    what about Zoey!

  2. 2 Agatha May 17, 2007 at 7:27 am

    The more of your blog I read the more I love it & the more I want you in England.

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