We quit! Yep, we quit our jobs! February 9th is our last day. Paul gave notice just before Christmas and I told my boss on Friday the 13th! The humour of that, while lost on some people, was not lost on me and I will admit to a giggle about it. Luckily our coworkers are very excited for us and have been great. For both of us the build up to quitting was bigger than the reality. It was almost like nothing changed but then reality kicked in and “shit got real”.
So, we quit, now what? Everything! All the stuff we have talked about but couldn’t or didn’t act on needs doing. We need to decide what we are keeping, what’s going to charity, arrange last-minute appointments, organise our finances, pack and test pack. There is so much to do. I say this as I sit here typing but consider it a needed break since I made a bad decision about cleaning the BBQ and then using it, but I digress.
This is what our apartment looks like. Those that know me understand that I am slowly going crazy, part of my personality is in the fetal position, twitching. We sleep on an air bed and sit in our camping chairs to watch our TV… which is a computer monitor… resting on boxes. I remember the camping chairs being much more comfortable than they are. The missing factors are a campfire, friends and copious alcohol consumption.