Unemployment

Given the distinct lack of the trappings of adulthood in my life, I had pretty much figured that, much like home ownership, a mid-life crisis was something that would remain out of reach. But this summer I pulled a Lester Burnham did away with the one tangible piece of evidence that somebody on the planet considered me a responsible grownup: I quit my job.
I've spent the last 4 years as the director of studies at Business First, the language school where I taught. After growing frustration and stagnation at work, I decided that the title and business card weren't worth the unhappiness that came with them, and handed in my notice. Today was my last day.
Although I have officially joined the 25% of working-age adults without a job, fear not. I have work lined up for the fall that will allow me to continue to enjoy the subsistence lifestyle to which I have become accustomed while giving me more time to focus on my personal endeavors. There are exciting developments lined up that I will address here as they come to fruition or fail spectacularly.
In the meantime, I'm celebrating my new found joblessness with a Bon Iver concert and international travel.

Sayonara!