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I’ve decided. It’s taken a long time and it’s going to mean some upset, but I can’t take it any more. I go to work every day, sit in a office, and miss the whole wide world around us. Every time I see a picture of some marvelous place on Facebook or Pintrest, I want to travel. It’s not that I don’t like my home, just that I want to see more of the world.

So, I’ve quit my job.

I’m currently arranging a three month lease on an apartment in Paris. After that, I’m moving to Rome. We’re all going, of course. Seeing the world will be at least as good an education for my daughter as middle school, and my wife is (mostly) convinced it’s a good idea.

Colorful houses at Manarola

I’m going to write, too – in libraries, and bookshops, and cafe’s all across Europe. We’re going to soak up the history and antiquity of thousands of years of kings and queens, of wars and revolution. I’m going to sit in weird oriental bars and type away. I’m going to look out at Sidney harbor bridge and finish chapters. I’m going to bargain with sellers in far east markets and write them into my stories.

Various spices in Istanbul market, Turkey

We’re going to walk up mountains, and travel narrow roads on busses that carry as much livestock as people.

Tahiti bridge

As a family, we’re going to come back knowing there’s so much more to life than just going to the mall to buy a “No Fear” t-shirt on the weekend. I just can’t wait to begin.

At least, that’s my dream. What’s yours?


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