Party's Over

It's been fun, it's been educational, it's been an adventure. But it's time to move on. Hey, what did you expect from someone who has been a seasonal worker for six years?

Image by selkovjr via Flickr

I gave notice this morning, and I'll be leaving the island at the end of the month. The boss said he's sad to see me go. I know come winter, I'll probably be wishing I was back, but I'll just have to remind myself that this isn't the kind of job I want anymore. I'll miss the geckos, the iguanas, the beautiful vista outside my front door.

Don't be sorry that things didn't work out for me. That is not at all how I see it. Things worked out perfectly. I needed a job, and it was a job. I wanted to be in a warm place for the winter, and I was. The experience was exactly what it was supposed to be and just what I needed. I've learned a lot -- about myself and about a great place to go on vacation -- and I added a new friend to my list of friends all over the world.

I'm anxious to get home. There are some things in storage I've been wanting to have in hand. I won't be idle, for sure. I have a job lined up filling in at my former employer's print shop for the summer. I'll be bicycling a lot and maybe hiking, as well as continuing to build my online business. And I'll be busy outlining the next chapter of my adventurous life.

I hope my blog doesn't get too boring now that I'll be back in the midwest. Just stay tuned because, as many people have learned, you never know what I'll do next.