I'd only do it if I really really wanted to, for my own sake - I'm long past the point where I would jack everything in for love, having nearly done it twice in the past. That might sound cold, but I still get twitchy when I think about how I nearly didn't go to university. I have no gift for languages - if I had the money, I wouldn't do much work, and I'd make sure I saw a good few places, which might not be possible if I was tied to another person and their job. I also don't feel that you have to share all of your partner's experiences just because you love them - a good relationship should be able to deal with time apart. But, you know, this is just me.
I live in London, England, at present, and have done since I was a kid. I might use a year's break as an opportunity for anthropological research - I've always fancied writing about the social significance of cryptozoology, and I'd take in some slash conventions. When not in the field, I would make damn sure I was staying somewhere comfortable and pleasant because I've seen enough reality tv and put up enough tents in high winds to know that I don't like roughing it. But, you know, if we're talking dream breaks, I'd take a fly drive trip (pretending I could drive here) to the States and make sure I saw Alaska, New Orleans, New York, San Francisco. I'd go to Egypt and Iceland. Definitely New Zealand, maybe Australia. Somewhere warm, probably in the Caribbean, with beautiful sea and sands and lots of exotic fruits. I quite fancy Malta, too. But, being an ex-anthropology student I worry a lot about the impact and significance of tourism, so I'd be beating myself up about it half the time. |