i blame gary fong

I’ve moved. But I’ve no time to settle. In two days time I go galloping across the globe to follow his passion – photography.

He calls it an adventure. Like backpacking through Europe. Only we’ll be SUVing through America. Split lives. Here and there. The excitement and the stress of it all. He’s as enthusiastic as they come. I’m scared – to death.

Of course he’ll never stay Stateside. I know this. He’s far too British for that. But there are worse things than living between two continents.

And we’re just about there. Ready to begin what both he and Gabby (age 5) calls A Really Really Big Adventure.

First, we take a detour.

“London, Paris, New York. The holiday trifecta. What do you say, darling? Shall we celebrate in style?”

The words were his. The birthday, mine. My twenties are over on Sunday. I’m going out with a bang.

(Will post while away….the laptop goes everywhere.)