But no one would ever think that for a fair few of us we end up in Italy following our men there who play rugby. So come December 2008 I will no longer reside in her Majesty's country but over yonder seas, to Italy.
I admit it is not so tough. I mean living in a beautiful, sunny, warm, friendly and elegantly spoken place -it's hell! The best part about living abroad is that you always feel like you are on holiday; well expect the cleaning and changing bed linen part - okay so like you are on a self catering holiday, but it still beats Blighty!
And I am very lucky to have now been given the chance to give up the corporate high speed job and follow my dream; writing.
Even since I can remember my imagination has been overactive to say the least. I started to build a dream in my tender years of becoming 'someone', probably fuelled by all those Disney movies. And amidst my role play interviews with Terry Wogan in the mirror (those were the days!) and living room West end reproductions for my family, I sowed an invisible seed that has never stopped growing. And now, I think it is time for it to flourish.
In a world where money spins you round like the fairground waltzer man there is little encouragement to follow your creative, potentially non-funding, dreams and share with the world what makes you, you. But if you are as lucky as I am you have someone that has shown you how important it is to chance your desires and live without regrets. So as of December 2008 I will begin my journey to bring to life the ideas I hold in my head and start my writing in Italy.
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