Last Days at Work: The times they are a changing

I am sitting at my desk in my office at the job I have held for 11 years, and I am attempting to organize the collection of books and other papers that I have accumulated.  It's cause for reflection.  I realize I am trading the security of this teaching position for the uncertainty of a foreign city and unknown prospects.  WHAT AM I THINKING?  Do people who have mortgages and children do this kind of thing?  I can't help but think about this from a psychological perspective.  This seems like a cry for help or some clear evidence of mental/emotional instability due to mid-life crisis.  Is it?  Or is this just taking advantage of the luxury of actually having options?  At this point, with the stress levels approaching Alpha, I am leaning towards the former.

Regardless, I have filled out the required paperwork for separation from my job and in two days I will be officially (and voluntarily) unemployed.  I haven't been unemployed since I was in my very early 20's and it's very weird.  All this consistent employment has been a blessing that many people in the U.S. (and around the world) wish for.  Well, hopefully I will find something soon in Thailand, and even more important, when I return to the U.S.

Now back to work recycling paper and returning well-used textbooks before I leave here for greener pastures (literally).