So some two months ago I blogged about the news of my resignation being escalated faster than I was mentally ready to tell my subordinates and other colleagues.
Now that two months have passed, and the last day of service with my company is soon approaching. At the workplace, the news of my resignation has recently invited expected conversations that go like this,
“Eh I heard you’ve resigned?”
“Yeah, my last day is end of the month.”
“Wow really? So where you going next?”
“I haven’t found a job yet, but I’ll be travelling first.”
Then most of them would throw me this “are you kidding me” kind of look, like I’ve just told a big fat lie.
I’ve certainly not.
I don’t like telling lies, and neither do I have to. After this, I’m really going to pursue a vacation-cum-learning experience. But because it’s a year-long pursuit, I don’t have to secure a new job before I resign.
I get it that it’s not a norm for an ordinary Malaysian/Asian to resign from a job and travel for a year without any source of income. But this pursuit really doesn’t come unplanned.
Do I feel secure doing that?
I think no reasonable being would feel secure leaving their comfort zone. No one fancies having no income in this materialistic world where everything is about money. But it’s a simple concept: to gain something, you have to let go of something else.
To get the freedom to travel for a year and pick up some new skills, I have to set myself free from a job I’ve been committed to for the past four years.
It certainly feels sad to have to leave an organisation that has been supporting me financially over the past few years. It’s a sad feeling to have to bid adieu to my fellow colleagues and bosses whom I’m feeling comfortable with and who are already like a family to me, despite the arguments we had sometimes. They’re bound to happen anywhere we go. At the end of the day, we know it’s just work, and it’s only because we are concerned and passionate about the things we do.
And now that the time is ripe for a new journey I’ve been prepping to take place. It has to go on.
Some of my friends have jokingly called me rich for embarking on such a long travel.
Yeah, I feel bloody rich when looking at the number of zeros on my Thai banknotes.
Except the truth is I have only managed to save a meagre amount of money to cover all my expenses during the entire period of travel.
It also means that this is going to be a very budget trip, probably one full of hardship and frustration and helplessness, on top of the excited and happy feelings of course.
Or maybe I’ll be forced to come back after two months if things don’t go according to my plan.
But regardless of what’s going to happen, or how long it’s going to be, to me it’s the experience that matters. Through this trip I hope to improve myself as an individual. I hope to become a more patient and tolerating person through the experiences I’m going to go through.
This trip isn’t something I simply pursue just to tick off the “been there, done that” check box. At the end of the day, I know I’m going to be financially poorer, but I certainly hope to be richer in thoughts and experience.