I have always been a dreamer. Dreaming of trips I would like to take, of parties I’d like to throw, what I want to be when I grow up, you know- DREAMS.
I’ve been dreaming of change for a while now.
In September I visited my in-laws in Washington D.C. and that’s when the restlessness really kicked into high gear.
Watching families and business people come and go at the airport, I suddenly had the urge to rush home, pack up my family and go on a grand adventure.
The pull was stronger than I have ever felt. I longed for change.
Before I left on that trip, Chris and I were thinking and dreaming together.
He was restless at work and wanting a change so we were thinking big and laughing about moving to Japan or Italy. I said, “Japan… I don’t know. Italy, definitely!”
Shortly after I returned from D.C. he came home one night and said, “So, would you consider moving to Italy? I might have a job there.”
And that’s how it began.