Two big things happened today! We put an offer in on a property and I told my manager that I’m planning to leave, if at all possible around the end of the year.
If you put it like that, it’s not all that much, but it felt big and momentous.
Offering on the house represents a huge financial commitment and, if accepted, will determine quite a few things as to what we do next. Plus we now start the wait for a response and possibly negotiations. We’re excited about it and are looking forward to getting to work to get it ready to let.
At work, it’s been increasingly difficult to keep things under wraps, as I work where I live, so the ‘For Sale’ sign got noticed straight away, and so would the ‘Sold’ sign. Plus, I had a strong suspicion my manager had an inkling of what was to come. Still, it was a big thing to bring up, and although not formally, I essentially quit my job today.
Weirdly, it didn’t feel as good as I thought I would. I think I mostly felt guilt. I felt like I had to justify myself and couldn’t be or appear to be as excited about our future as I am. I also felt like I was quitting in the ‘giving up’ sense, and like I was letting people down.
A bit of time to reflect might provide a clearer perspective. Ultimately, I feel incredibly lucky to be in this position to quit work and travel. Bring on the open road!