adjective: characterized by or exhibiting excessive vanity; boastful; thinking too highly of oneself. oh and if you disagree and don't think I'm better than you in every way, please by all means, let me know: vainglorious.sarah at gmail
"Wow. Thanks for getting back to me so quickly."
"Oh, I don’t have time for that…"
"I can’t stay up that late to watch."
"I’m so out of the loop. You always know what’s going on."
"Why do you get up so early?"
"You have no idea how lucky you are to have free time. When I go home from work I have a second job with my kids."
"You look healthy."
I hear these a lot. Not that last one necessarily or getting up early (nope!), but yeah. Insulting and annoying. Being on top of shit is my job. Answering emails efficiently and quickly is also part of my job, just like it’s part of yours!
So I got back from Italy 6 days ago, it was lovely! I had so much fun! I don’t know how much I have to post about it though. Next time you see me, we can chat about shit I did? I’d love to! I have lists and stuff about what I did that I may share. Frankly though, I’m not a travel blogger, I spent 9 days in Italy and don’t really feel the need to write more than 9 sentences about my trip. Instagram was fun, but the experience is wholly mine and I’m wholly lazy.
Before I left, since winter really, I’ve been thinking about moving to Europe (yes I know). Or more just thinking about what’s next for me. I turned down a job in ATL in January for very real reasons (not ready to go home forever). I was then promoted and given a raise (duh) that month. It made me more secure of course. Which led to the trip planning. But it also brought up: what the hell am I doing with my life? This? Only? The job shit I 100% got. I can do that and evolve with it for awhile. I can do this job anywhere. So … what else? What else am I going to do with my life? What the fuck else do I want? I can do anything, so what?
And I am just not long for Chicago. I’m not destined to be here. I enjoy it so much, but it’s not me. The only other places I would consider living in the US right now (NYC and SF) are too expensive for me. I couldn’t travel, and I am just not sure how much I want to live in those places. So for a few months I’ve been thinking about how to live abroad. Doing contract work until I MAYBE, MAYBE find a full time job. I started discussing this with a fellow consultant in February and got lots of advice.
Obviously the travel has solidified this desire but it’s so much more than that. I am a lucky duck. Lucky as fuck. Let’s consider:
Plus I just got a brand spanking new raise on Friday. I felt the raise I received with my promotion in January was not an accurate reflection of the going market rate for my job and experience so I negotiated a +10% raise. This means I cannot be bumped up again for a year instead of in 6 months but that’s fine. A lot can change in a year.
So that helps things a bit. My plan… Continue in Chicago for 6 months to a year, looking for a remote contract job or a job abroad or a job with a US company that has an office abroad. If I get a WFH job, I will then consider traveling on tourist visas for awhile. Sell all my stuff or store it in ATL and then heading out. Obviously there’s a lot to figure out and I’m sort of content right now with my lot. But I just want a change eventually. A big one. I want adventures. More adventures. So sooner rather than later, I’m gone. For however long I can be gone.
I just keep getting struck with this feeling of I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT. LITERALLY. No one can stop me. Money and visas are my only barriers. I need to take charge of my life and I resigned myself to the fact (awhile ago) that I may never find a partner. That’s so scary but if I don’t, I want to be happy. I want to have the life I can be proud of. I want to have so much fun. And see everything.