I quit my job.
Well, technically, I quit my job just for this one week, but I’m dangerously close to throwing in the towel for good. I just need to find a way to resolve that pesky issue of financial security. Who decided that was important anyway?
I am thoroughly enjoying this staycation thing. The chance to sleep late, lounge around in a bathing suit, host slumber parties, stay up late watching The Outsiders.
“Stay gold Ponyboy, stay gold.” Classic.
I wonder, would this feeling eventually wear off? At some point, would I become bored by the freedom? The lack of scheduling? The indifference to time? Do I simply appreciate this one, lone week because it’s so rare? Or could I get used to this life?
I think I could get used to this life.