“It’s not you. It’s me.”
Two months ago, I had a heart-to-heart/break-up talk with my boss.
“I love my job – but if you want someone at that desk every day, it’s not going to be me. I don’t want to live in Toronto anymore.”
Yup. I finally did it. I quit my job to travel.
For anyone who knows me even a little bit, this news shouldn’t be surprising. I love to travel. I love being out there in the world, immersed in different places and cultures.
In my online marketing career, I’ve been a big fish in a small pond and a small fish in a big pond. Then, it hit me: screw the pond; I’d rather be in the ocean!
The thing is, I do love my job. I get to write and edit and work on websites, which is what I’ve wanted to do since I was 12 years old (though I didn’t know it at 12). It’s taken me two years to walk away.
No more thinking – time for doing
I’ve been thinking about a round-the-world trip for two years. I almost did it once. For various reasons, I’ve put it off.
What’s changed now? Well, I’m getting older. I’ll be 28 soon. My friends are getting married, buying houses and having babies. I have no desire for that yet.
My biggest fear is that I’ll wake up in five years with a husband and kids, and regret that I didn’t do the crazy things I wanted to do.
Right now, I’m young and able – so it’s time to stop thinking about it and just do it.
“I quit my job to travel.” I don’t know what that means exactly, but I know what it isn’t.
When I think of a “typical” gap year or round-the-world trip, I imagine zipping around the world in a blur and ending up back at my desk. That’s not what I want.
Ultimately, I want the freedom to live and work anywhere, whether it’s in Toronto or elsewhere. I’m giving myself a year or two to figure that out.
The countdown begins
I’ve resigned but I still have six months in my job. I need time to wrap up my life in Toronto and to make plans. My boss needs time to replace me. It all works out.
But, starting July 1, 2013, I’m jobless and I’m free.