On July 9, 2012, my husband starts his 12-month sabbatical, and we are moving with our 9-year old and 11-year old to Perugia, Italy. We have enrolled the kids in public school. Matt intends on biking, golfing, cooking, and experiencing a culture whose principal goal is something other than “production.” I’m Jill. I can’t wait to return to my favorite destination. This trip is a dream come true. I want to have a big year, a big adventure. I want to drink wine and eat prosciutto. I want to wear high heels when I go out for coffee. I want to learn how to fit in to an elegant, ancient and passionate country. I want to remember how to speak Italian. I want to avoid the temptation to hope for an easy year and instead be inspired and courageous enough to confront the required difficulties of living an interesting life story with its disappointments, frustrations, embarrassments and even desperate moments. And I want my sons to eventually come around and actually thank us for taking them abroad and offering them a chance to experience this really awesome year together before they turn into teenagers and wear baggy pants.