I moved to France in November of 2002. Before that, I lived and worked in London, originally as an IT contractor and then as a senior engineer and team leader for ICL. I finished my career as an IT Service Manager for ICL in March 2002.
In June of 2001, I realised that I had suddenly stopped enjoying my job - just like that, no warning, no hint - until then I was the typical Gung-Ho manager, prepared to live and die for the company. Even today, I find it hard not to answer the telephone with the words... "ICL, Eckstein."
I spent a couple of months thinking about a move but I realised that to make a real change, the move would have to be quite drastic. I took the first three weeks of August 2001 as my summer holiday. I stayed at home. It was hot and for three weeks I got up, had my breakfast, walked to the shops, bought my bread, cheese, meat (or fish) and wine for lunch and the evening meal. The rest of the time, I sat in the garden reading books about chefs, books about people who had moved to Italy & France to buy olive groves and books about gardening.
My back garden was more of a back yard but, in pots and planters, I had about a dozen tomato plants (herbs, as well) and it was delightful to just sit in the sun, reading, watching the butterfiles and having the occasional sip of wine. For three weeks, my mobile phone was switched off (for the first time in many years).
I went back to work and, when asked, explained what I had done during my holidays. "Just like living in France", one of my colleagues suggested. That was it! I realised. I'd found the answer. For the next week I researched on the internal ICL intranet and discovered that there were opportunities for field service engineers in Brittany (my favourite part of France); we had UK based accounts in Brittany that I could possibly get involved with - in other words, there was way to live the sort of life that I now realised that I wanted to, without having to leave the company. Because of my previous success for ICL, I felt that I could probably persuade them to finance an intensive French course, as well.
I let my boss know what I was thinking, she was very supportive - I promised to keep her informed.
Unfortunately, that was Monday 3rd September. Just over a week later, everything changed.
My client at the time were based (in the States) on the sixth floor of the South Tower (the second building to be hit). They only suffered one casuality (a heart attack) but, of course, lost all their IT. I had an engineer over there at the time and he was unable to communicate with us for a few days - a worrying time.