On Monday, my housemate announced that after two years of searching since she immigrated here, she has finally found a job and will be moving in two weeks. I asked her how she felt and whether she felt excited. She said that she couldn’t feel the excitement after all this time and had only the thought, “I want to get married!” I found myself repelled by the thought of a full time job and of looking for someone to marry. I find myself running and running…. Like a Dilbert comic someone sent me not long ago in which Dilbert glances around the maze of his cubicle spaces to find a super gigantic rat asking if he’s found the the cheese yet.
So after much fantasizing and reading posts like this one, I quit my job. Tonight, 25 days after I turned in my resignation letter, was my last night at my job (I offered to stay until a replacement was found and trained). Tomorrow is my exit interview. I’m taking a break from the rat race! The year 2015 will be filled with adventures I’ve been craving since I was a little girl. I don’t know why, but I have been feeling so restless and just want to run my feet all over this globe! I got off of work tonight and came home and just sat in the driveway listening to music on the radio just being aware of my feelings and thoughts and letting the urge to just drive somewhere, anywhere and explore (something I do from time to time) wash over and pass through me as it was very late at night . Instead, I opted to use my newfound freedom to devour some dark chocolate while listening to and watching the city lights glowing in the darkness. I don’t know where my instincts are steering me but I know that life is what it is and I am okay with that.
“Travel is never a matter of money but of courage. I spent a large part of my youth traveling the world as a hippie. And what money did I have then? None. I barely had enough to pay for my fare. But I still consider those to have been the best years of my youth.The great lessons I learned has been precisely those that my journeys had taught me.”
I know you. You look through countless of travel blogs, browse through the travel section of the bookstore, read Lonely Planet guidebooks, and National Geographic magazines. You’re in love with city maps, atlases, and globes. You get shivers down your spine when you run your fingers down the tiny blood veins on a map as if it was breathing and coming alive. And it says to you, “Buy a god damn ticket and explore me.” But you don’t, because you…
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