Thursday last week I bit the bullet and spoke to my manager about my plans. Today, my meeting with HR is over and I can’t believe how well it went. My overriding take away is that everyone I work with is lovely.
After I initially spoke with my manager (and before, to be honest), I was wracked with nerves – I think related to a series of lay-offs recently. I was worried they would see my departure as lack of commitment and send me in a similar direction.
I was honest and said that I wanted to travel. And I so do. It’s been at the back of my mind for as long as I can remember, and I’ve longed for the day I am able to say, “I’m going!”. My dissertation was a exploration of what draws people to the wilderness, and as much as I hate to say it, it was part indulgent self-exploration.
I am drawn to the wilderness. I want to live the wilder life for a bit.
Handing in my notice made me proud that I could do it. That I could choose a route for myself and commit to it. It made me feel like I’m no longer harbouring some guilty secret, but I’m part of something very exciting. We’ve now got three WorkAways booked, and we’re looking at a slightly different route to include a bit more history. I’m excited to see where the road takes us, and excited to get started.