Loading...Five months since Italy, sigh. Returning from a trip to Europe makes me question the way I’m currently living my life. How do I know this? Well, I’m still trying to recover from Paris last year. Going to Italy didn’t help the re-entry malaise. Suddenly I hate my job, my house, my car. I hate spending so much time sitting in this window-less office staring at my wall. I feel like the time is seeping out of my life while I sit here–and I resent it.
I read travel blogs, look at websites and photographs. I try to console myself by looking forward to planning the next thing. But a seed has been planted in my brain. I don’t want to be an HR professional in Los Angeles California anymore. I’m burnt out, tired, and I just don’t care. It’s hard to spend 40 hours a week doing something you don’t care about. I’ve been doing it for the past 7 years it seems, and I’m tired.
So it looks like we’re going to take some time out of our lives and travel for awhile. We’re picking some places and staying 3 months in each. Hopefully we’ll be able to figure out a way to sustain ourselves while we’re out there, if not, well I didn’t really want to use that money I’ve been saving to buy a house anyway.
The thought of settling somewhere and buying a house and staying put just doesn’t appeal to either of us right now. And my career? Well, I feel like this, what I’m doing here, will always be here. Sure it will be in some other company and some other state but I’ll always be able to come back to it. So I’m giving up on my meteoric rise in HR. Maybe I’ll have to start over again a little lower on the totem pole. But since the way I feel right now I’m hoping this is my last HR job, good riddance, I say.
