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).