Six years it took me to take the plunge. Six long years of dreaming, scheming and planning. There was romance involved, there always is, but somehow my heart sang stronger and longer in 2017 and it was decided.
At age 52 – I realised that life was indeed marching on and that if I didn’t start to tick those list items off I would have successfully spent a greater portion of my life paying a mortgage with a career that I was pretty much non plussed about. Everything became an indicator of all the reasons I should make that move, and so having successfully completed a 2000km motor bike journey through Vietnam and Laos in December 2017 (and a typhoon) Up your leg, up your leg! 2000 kms the plan to relocate emerged.
How do you document six years of plans, dreams and ideas? My business, The Food Manifesto has morphed into not only my life guide but also the vehicle by which I try to capture the actions required to undertake a move such as this.
I am a list person, I have lists for today, this week, this year and I must get around to that one day kind of list. Journals, books …notes jotted. Ideas scribbled on envelopes, serviettes and shoved into the dark recesses of my bag. Eventually I collate them all in one book, I date them so I can track how long I ponder, weigh up and eventually act.
So with that in mind and my ever present passion for cooking, planning, finding and eating food, this blog will, I hope, provide a culinary and otherwise insightful journey of my new beginnings. I hope that it inspires you to find yours. I have arrived …but not before I …