We are struggling with logistics. Those in France and those here in the U.S. Some of the tasks include: getting the place here in Moab in order so that we can be away for several months; taking some time off work to go to San Francisco to get our long-stay visas from the French Consulate; arranging the shipping of the truck to Rotterdam; arranging to get to Rotterdam and back to Leran; figuring out what to take in the truck; arranging for a rental car for use while waiting for the truck to arrive in Rotterdam; and so forth. And in the back of our minds, we are thinking of getting services arranged for the house, i.e. insurance, internet, electricity and I'm thinking about the task of remodeling the third floor with walls and a bathroom, getting my hands on some inexpensive tools, blah blah blah..... (Kids, don't try this at home.)
And that's the tip of the iceberg. Each task is more involved than it sounds, of course, because each task has some pieces and parts, some in a language we don't really understand. Then all the pieces have to fit together into a jigsaw puzzle that we can't see very well. Don't know what we'd do without the internet.
Nancy has taken on the bulk of these tasks, because she is Nancy. So, she needs some positive mojo to come her way via some kind of cosmic pipeline (or the internet). Give up some of that mojo, folks.
There are all kinds of books at the Carcassone airport and a bunch of them tend to be written by British and a few Canadians and Americans about packing it all in and moving to France. I suspect they gloss over some of these less glamourous details.