The plan was hatched back in December, months before I put my two week’s notice in :
- Wait for my bonus, and quit in March.
- Spend April in Paris to get inspired, enjoy the city the way it was supposed to be enjoyed, and scrape all the crap from the previous 16 months out of my head.
- Come home for May, connect with friends and get some writing done.
- Spend June in Rome, volunteer at the Torre Argentina Cat Sanctuary, maybe find a new inspiration or stumble into another epiphany among the splendor of Rome.
Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men. After a week or so in Rome, for reasons myriad and immutable, it became clear that that experience wouldn’t be what it was expected to be.
Also, she happened.