…or so the time-worn adage goes. And so, we will work, save and wait another year to go to Italy.
I always knew it was a crazy ambitious goal: to move our family to Italy for a year and for me to undertake a Master degree in Food Culture, Communication and Marketing at the University of Gastronomic Sciences in Bra, Piedmont. Saving enough money for a family of four to live on without an income for a full year, plus my university tuition fees, was always going to be a tough nut to crack. And our wildly ambitious target for 2019 proved just that.
We are daunted but resolute. The plan is to postpone this adventure till 2020. It’s just too exciting and rewarding a proposition to let it go.
Of course, I’m disappointed and I’m wondering if I can maintain the motivation and excitement for two years. But to be honest, I am mighty relieved and reinvigorated by the possibility of a more realistic and achievable timeline. It will still require disciplined saving (something we’ve never been particularly good at), a steady or preferably a huge injection of work for both of us (consulting businesses are fickle and unreliable), and hopefully few nasty surprises between now and Dec 2019.
So, our goals remain the same but this time we’ve done the budget, forecasted our income (never a reliable or easy task) and we’re now crossing our fingers and taking a philosophical view.
If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen. All we can do is our best.