And then I went home. But some process had started in my head. A year prior to this my daughter had moved to Paris, where she still happily resides. Something about this inspired me and I knew that if I was going to do something, I wanted to do it soon. But "soon" when you are in your late forties takes a lot of planning.
In just under seven weeks I am moving to Brussels. I don't yet have a job. Several people have called this brave (and I suspect they have gone off and given meaningful looks to each other, and pressed their lips together). I'm not brave. Brave is Shelley Winters in the Poseidon Adventure.
A few weeks ago I went to Go Ape on the Surrey/Hampshire border. This is a picture of someone who is not me, but I did this.
And when I was walking across that wire, about forty feet up, I just kept telling myself to put one foot in front of the other. So that's what I'm doing.