What happened a year after I quit my day job.
If you have ever wanted to quit your day job but couldn’t imagine what life could be like without it, here is what happened to me. NOTE: I spent a year saving up in order to spend a year spending what I saved up instead of working. Not exciting to quit your job just to worry about money. That’s what layoffs are for.
A year after I quit my job as a copywriter in an advertising agency:
I left my life in California and unravelled everything down to one suitcase and backpack.
Travel throughout Europe.
Channeled higher beings in Hawaii.
Fell in love with the lovely Christophe in Paris.
Fell in deep love with the Citizen M hotel in Glasgow.
Had a full body scrub down by an old Korean lady at a Korean bath house.
Crashed the Royal Wedding. Invite must have gotten lost in the post.
Fooled around at the Vatican. Yet still managed to eke out a blessing from the Pope.
Danced in the fountains of Rome. Drunk. At midnight.
Stood in lines and crowds in Florence.
Sighed by the Bridge of Sighs in Venice.
Sailed away from my old mafia king fling in Sorrento.
Went to war with les souris in Paris.
Found Wanda Sykes in a cemetery in Paris. She's alive. She was on vacation. Oscar Wilde introduced us.
Went on a digital diet in Poland. And almost got hit by lightning.
Unraveled my Santa Monica apartment.
Had countless different flavours of gelato. ALL delicious.
Got myself some permanent residency in Paris. I'm holding my passport but that's not my passport photo. That's a visa.
So if you are wondering how it could possibly all work out… actually it is possible to have it all work out.
Life started getting better the day after the last day of work. It’s been pretty sweet ever since.
