I moved abroad in September 2008. What started out as a three-month plan to live and work on French farms has now become over two years living in three different countries: Switzerland, France and now England.

And it all started with cheese.

Getting paid to eat and write at the LA Times was one of the funnest thing I’ve ever done but like all awesome things, it didn’t last — people stopped paying for the paper and the weekend section eventually folded. I became bored but had always wanted to go back to France after my year abroad after college. I wanted to reintroduce myself to France and discover food in a different way — to actually go to the source of it and be a part of it.

So I made my way into the farms of France. Three of them in fact. One in the Drome, one in the Midi-Pyrenees, the other in Pyrenees Atlantique. Now that it’s really starting to feel like spring in London, I’ve been reminiscing about my time living in the country.

I seriously thought I would become a skillful cheese maker in France and take my skills to Marin County a few months later. Two years later, I’m still in Europe but living a very urban life.

I miss all the green open space and fresh country food.