Mind's made up - off to London I go.
I see the confused look of concern and agreement on the faces of my friends. Those who are staying - the majority - would have me change my mind. Understandable.
As I get older, the cold fact of running out of time to do the things I want to do, has become a source of constant anxiety.
I realize time waits for no one and is a finite resource.
Time is the greatest asset of all and like any asset, the more we have the more the comfort.
I do not wish to waste time, although I know time is wasting me with its subtle and unstoppable countdown.