Here’s a lady with a very similar story to my own-minus the boyfriend. I was lined up to news read at Sky News Radio and LBC as well as freelancing at the Daily Mail online…. but swapped it all for the insecurity but amazing experience of Chamonix…and living in France generally….
One morning in March I shocked many – including myself – when I suddenly upped and moved to a country where I don’t speak the language, with a man I’d been going out with for five months and no job except some vague ideas about freelance writing.
Ten days earlier I had been preparing to fly back to Manchester from my boyfriend’s house in rural France after eating oysters by the sea, which must have got me a bit excited because I suggested that next time I visit I might not leave. Not sure if the other was joking, both of us nonchalantly shrugged in a very Gallic fashion and said “pour qua pas?” (well, I said “why not?” as I can’t speak French). The following morning I resigned from my job as a BBC journalist before either of us could change our minds.
Previously my career had dictated…
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