Following the dream

 

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.

We're moving. I've dreamed of this for a long time, too. I fell in love with Winchcombe in October 2003 and for years, I've wanted to move here. We've talked about it seriously for a couple of years. Now the time has come. And it will be my year of living dangerously.

There is so much to do. Us isn't a problem. But we are bringing Mum and Dad and that brings so many worries with it, many of them imagined. But we will do it. I spent the morning reading about intergenerational living and now it's all I can think of. So on my morning walk, I decided. This is our year of living dangerously. Yes, there will be tears but most of them of joy. It's time, no more waiting. 

I can't wait. I know in a year, we will be here and I will have a fabulous house. I can't wait to see how it unfolds and now I'm taking this blog with me. After all those decades of waiting, I'm coming to Winchcommbe. And I'm having a year of actually living dangerously.