Why I quit my job to travel
I'm officially a millennial stereotype.
Last month, I quit my 9 to 5 to pursue my love of travel. I made the decision about six months ago, although that didn't make it any less terrifying. I've since received an overwhelming amount of support from former coworkers, friends, and family. But contrary to many life advice columnists who tout quitting to pursue their passion, I didn't hate my job and I'm not on an "Eat, Pray, Love" path to self discovery. Nor am I permanently giving up the desk job life for a more nomadic one.
For me, quitting my job to travel has been less than glamorous—filled with to-do lists, packing tips, and moving boxes. Before I settle down in another metropolis, I don't want to take a vacation; I want to travel. And while the trip excitement probably won't hit until I'm on the plane, I am excited to keep track of my adventures on this here blog.
If there's anything I've learned over the past few months, the hardest part is just doing it. Keeping that promise you made to yourself to make a change. To leave your friends, home, and comfort zone behind in search of growth, newness, joy. Regardless of how this all turns out, I know that I can—and will—do anything I set my mind to. Thanks for following along.