I wanted to move home by my birthday; that was going to be my birthday present to myself. Might not happen. But I could do it if I really wanted to. The only question is how much risk I can take. I see a range, that is best characterized by these three options.
1. Highest risk: quit my day job now, and do whatever it takes to make money on my own, and move back East.
2. Medium risk: take a job back East to move there before any of my side projects take off.
3. Low risk: continue working at M$ until my side projects make a certain amount of money.
Options 2 or 3 could be made less painful by having my birthday in Vegas.
I've been doing #3 for a few years. Fortunately, the skin care thing is at least gaining traction. I have a timeline to making money, or at least I could easily make one if I wanted to, but I don't want to, because even the most aggressive timelines don't have us making much money before my birthday. I don't want to spend another fucking birthday in this shithole city.
Speaking of, now that I am seriously considering leaving in a shorter timescale, I am beginning to appreciate many aspects of Seattle. Maybe, once I move back East, I will regret it. Maybe all of my friends will be married and boring with kids and I'll never recover my social network and I'll hate the weather and something about allergies. Or, maybe, I will have the time of my fucking life being back in or near Philly. All I really know is this: I want to find out the hard way.
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