I have a relatively relaxed non-school based teaching job which, although in ways is beginning to bore me, is not very stressful and quite secure. I know I can do it well and maintain good balances in my life. I have my own good sized home and great friends and live in a civilised community with access to the arts and the countryside. I've fallen in love with someone who is based in central London and has to be there for work reasons; this man is amazing. I'm no spring chicken at 49 and know the value of a truly satisfying partnership - I can't let this go, it's too special. I'm also a grounded realist who is scared almost senseless at the idea of upping and leaving. It will mean working towards moving from a comfortable house with a garden to a small urban flat, getting used to living with someone again after years alone, a considerable change in work and having to make a new set of friends. It excites me but terrifies me. Is teaching in central London hugely different from the leafy shires? Do any of you enjoy it? I'm not scared of hard work, just worried about the kind of stress that makes you wide-eyed and helpless at 4am.