So we finally have absolute and total promise from the parents that they are coming too. It was the final obstacle in getting the show on the road. Now, they have said yes. Which means, it's time to move.
As I get back to blogging the year of actually living dangerously, this is a little reminder to me of why I wasn't so efficient in the weeks immediately after the dream began. Work. I edit a royal news website and there was the small matter of a Coronation to get through.
And so, of course, like all good intentions, things don't go to plan. I will blog every day, says I. I will chart every moment of this epic adventure, I claim. I get distracted by life and end up here. But I'm here and I'm back to blogging. Welcome to the next phase of my year of living dangerously.
I've always wanted a year of living dangerously. Ever since I heard the name of the film as a teenager, it mesmerised me. It spoke of change, of excitement, of a new world. I've craved it ever since. I have done plenty, had lots of adventures but I've never done that one thing. I still want that year of changing everything and being somewhere different at the end of it all. And now the time has come.