Despite having moved to France, more or less on a whim, in my early 30s, I’m generally not what you’d call a ‘risk taker.’ I like the illusion at least of stability – the feeling that no matter what, there’s a safety net waiting to catch me.
Yet I find myself waiting on the edge of what feels like a precipice career-wise. I’m finally making an income from my books, but can I afford to go