On Tuesday I quit my job.
Which is a very dramatic way of saying that I handed in my notice of resignation with 7 weeks to go before my last day.
I do not hate my job. In fact, I love it. My job involves (among many other things) putting content online, taking photos and looking after social media accounts. ALL of which I choose to do in my spare time. In fact, one time my editor emailed me my own blog post saying it would make a good story for our website. It was this one. And this was the story I did. Now obviously the work version required a lot more effort and I’m not saying my job is as easy as writing a hobby blog but, yeah. Now I have no idea what I’m saying. Except that I didn’t resign because the job is no good.
I quit my job because my boyfriend Andrew and I are going travelling. Forever. Kind of.
On May 15 we will fly one way to Los Angeles where we will collect a car and go everywhere. Then we will fly to South America and repeat (only not with a car). Then the UK and repeat. Then when the money situation is somewhere between comfortable and uncomfortably low we will get jobs. Somewhere.
As you can see I’m not big on details (yet). We have a lot of planning to do, most of which rests on the visa situation. So until we know how long we can spend where, it’s a bit hard to plan. Thankfully, a lot of the money has already been saved. But we are still squirreling away all we can.
I’m experiencing a roller coaster of emotions. Obviously I’m mostly excited, but also sad to leave behind Kalgoorlie and the friends I’ve made there and anxious about jumping into joblessness and the unknown. But I know it’s the right move.
Looking forward to blogging from many different locations in the near future.