My resume is lookin’ less and less employable every day. Some technical college an’ a certification or two; a year here, a year and a half there, and I didn't quite fulfill my 2-year obligation over there. Now, I’m only 10 months and out. But my last day, July 6th, isn't special simply because I'm leaving work.

This used to be excruciatingly painful to do, emotionally. I used to feel like I was letting my employer down, on a deep, personal level. Maybe I was. I used to feel like I had to lie and make it seem like I practically had no choice but to leave. The nomadic me was a disgusting, perverted little secret; not illegal, simply unaccepted in polite circles. Now I'm relatively open, describing how excited I am to be leaving--even if I'm slightly disappointed that I didn't complete all of my big projects.

Of course, everyone likes to say, "…do it while you’re young." I used to believe that. I used to believe that the acts of running off to Europe or spontaneously moving to South Carolina or even the simplicity of leaving one job without having secured another, was part of some post-puberty developmental phase that Freud forgot to describe. I'm married. I have car payments and hospital bills. I have two cats and a dog (the chihuahua is coming with, we've negotiated the sale of our 2nd car around the safekeeping of my babies, Sputnick and Lily). I have things to "lose" and choose to do this regardless. I've been making "the wrong choice" consistently for over 6 years now (and thus far, it has worked out well). We’re making simultaneous plan for late next year; having a child, buying a home, and teaching English in China. I'm beginning to think that this has nothing to do with our age or life status.

July 6th, my final day with this school, and I'll have finally embraced it. After July 6th, I will not be showing up to interviews. I will never again request that someone pay me to simply occupy a desk and look busy for 8 hours. I will no longer sign the "get well soon" card for the person I barely know. I'll purchase and make my own coffee--no more "puttin' money in th’ kitty". No more water coolers; no more complaints about the commute. No more mileage reimbursement arguments or mandatory after-hours work.

On July 6th, we begin our lives as professional “travelers”…for what it's worth. Wish us luck; I hear the pay sucks in this industry, but the perks are unmatched. ;)