Am I completely fucking insane? <\/p>\n
Judge for yourself.<\/p>\n
I’m planning on giving notice tomorrow (quitting my job right before my lease runs out at the end of july). I plan on selling as much of my stuff as I can, putting the rest in storage, changing coasts, living in a freaking hostel, and signing up with manpower, or the like, for a temp job, (just to make sure I won’t starve on the streets, or stop being able to pay my bills, in case all else falls through), getting around by muni and skates (bike if I can swing a way to get it out there), volunteering with my evenings and weekends. And I’m looking forward to this. <\/p>\n
I could probably keep it up, without any employment, for 2-3 months. Largest expense would be the hostel, followed by food, followed by my debt consolidation loan. If, after two months, it was a total wash (or I just came to my senses), I’d be able to afford greyhound back, and I’d make sure I hadn’t collected so much trash that I couldn’t take it back with me. Hostel would provide a kitchen (to keep food expenses down), net connection, place to sleep and shower. And motivation to go out and find a job. <\/p>\n
So, there’s the raw facts of what I’m planning, here’s why. <\/p>\n
I don’t really care about my job. And it gets in the way of things I do care about, like making a difference in the world (I refuse to count helping someone read their email, or smacking down someone who printed a really long playscript, as ‘making a difference’). I’ve been wanting to live in the bay area (bkly or sf) for awhile now, and even after 4 trips out there in the past year, 3 of which were longer than a week, and the remaining one was like 5 days, I still want to go. The reasons on that are longer than I care to get into. <\/p>\n
I am completely restless. Maybe if I go where I want to go, I’ll find out it’s where I want to be. Or maybe I’ll find out that going where you want to go isn’t necessarily all its cracked up to be, but I’m tired of following the one job offer I have at any given time like a bull with a ring through its nose. <\/p>\n
I want simplicity. I look at the crap I’ve collected over the years and feel trapped by it all. <\/p>\n
I want your feedback, even if you think I’ve gone stark raving bonkers, and want to have me committed, but don’t expect me to listen unless you tell me why.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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