Bust A Move are posts focused on what Tyler and Megan are thinking and learning before, during and after their move to another country.
Voluntarily giving up your job to travel seems so freeing, and it is. But not having a job means not getting paid. Not getting paid means you think about money all the time. I didn’t want the jobless status to constantly be looming over our head, so Tyler and I set a strict budget for our trip. I knew if we didn’t, we would constantly worry about having enough money for the duration of our travels and the time it takes to be gainfully employed upon our return.
We aren’t treating this trip like a vacation, so you won’t find us on the beach getting massages with a frozen beverage in hand and getting our hair braided into cornrows, but we did budget entertainment and spending cash allowance so we can have fun within reason. Like, I want to try surfing again, but this time without breaking my face like I did on our honeymoon when we tried it for the first time.
Then, I worry about re-employment. I know there are certain aspects I will miss from work. I'll miss being depended on. I'll miss the feeling of accomplishment at the end of a project, and I'll miss the social aspect. I worked with a great group of funny, smart people that made my job seem less like a job and more like hanging out with my buddies during the day. I also worry about what it will be like when I return. Will I be able to easily reenter office life? Will I need to rebuild my career from scratch? Will I have to have three jobs to make up for our time away? But mostly, I worry about how I will ever survive a 70 degrees air conditioned office after spending months in the tropics.
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