When a Crazy, Romantic Idea Turns Plain Crazy
I was approaching seventy (gingerly, feet dragging, denying, denying) when I decided to move from California where I’d been living to a French village. Alone. I knew no one in France and barely spoke the language.
My decision caused a few raised eyebrows.
Won’t you be lonely? Homesick? Miss your family?
What if you get sick?
Really? You’ve thought this through?
No one came right out and said, “At your age?” but I suspect only politeness prevented it.