Apparently, I'm going to Singapore this evening. I've been warned about this but it's still a bit sudden.
Fears and anxiety notwithstanding, it's now. By this time tomorrow, I'll be at sea. Wish me luck. My biggest peeve is that I didn't get to say goodbye to everyone.
Hopefully, 2 months from now I'll be a much happier person.
I have a plan. If all goes well, I'll work this job 4, maybe 5 years. I have a financial target. If I meet that target, I'll quit. If all goes well, I'll never have to work for a living again after that.
Financial freedom. I'll sacrifice 5 years of my life in exchange for the rest of my life. That's the motivation now.