Sometimes I think that I work way too much. I’m sure I’m not alone; according to ABC News, “Americans work more than anyone in the industrialized world.” They also “take less vacation, work longer days, and retire later”. I believe it. People are often like “at least you have a job” and “at least you have a nice paycheck” and I’m all like, “yeahh. . .” Thats so old. I’m working 50-58 hours a week, often including a Saturday and that tallies up to a month of extra work over a year’s time – considering how rare it is to get an 8-hour day around here, I can assure that I’ve done that much. I need time to be active, to be (somewhat) social, to do stuff around the house, and to write, of course.
The wife and I were talking about this yesterday. The house ties us down. It keeps me enslaved to my employer. So why couldn’t we just sell the house one day and move into an RV? That sounds nice. We could tour the country and take our time finding a place to set down roots. Or, we could follow the farming season and I could be like those migrant farmhands that work in the south in the winter and the north in the summer. That would be alright. But that’s so far out of the ordinary – is it feasible? I thought a good way to do it would be to get our passports, sell everything, go to Nova Scotia, hop a boat to Scotland, and never come back. Worse things have been perpetrated by better people, I’m sure.
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