This week I moved out of the apartment I lived in for more than four years; temporarily crashed for a few nights with a friend; moved in with my parents where I sleep in my childhood bedroom; exchanged life downtown for life in the suburbs; and, feeling both sad and excited, I biked to work for the final time this morning.
Sitting at the beach in the afternoon it hit me, I will not have a career oriented job for another 12-18 months. As I said those words to a friend, we processed my new reality at the same time. Then, we laughed loudly with a mixture of shock, surprise, and delight. No job for over a year! When will beach and patio days stop feeling like hooky and start feeling normal?
Knowing for months this would be my last week of work, I was relatively prepared for the special send-off lunch and fun all staff goodbye celebration. I was not ready for the emotion of saying goodbye to great colleagues and friends.
New York Times fashion photographer Bill Cunningham died this week. His obituary quotes him as saying, “Money’s the cheapest thing. Liberty and freedom is the most expensive.” Bill’s savvy words remind me that, starting today, I am swapping a pay check for the freedom to travel.
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