The Story of How I Quit My Corporate Job to Travel
- Carla GPR
- 11 abr
- 2 Min. de lectura
The dream was simple—and, admittedly, a bit cliché.
Quit my corporate job—after countless attempts to convince myself I was fine, despite the clumps of hair I was shedding from stress—and step out of the enclosure that was my home office to simply be outdoors.
I had never traveled solo before. My experience was limited to short excursions into the local mountain ranges, and that one surf trip with a random group of people who, unexpectedly, became some of my closest friends.
The truth is, I’ve always been a bit impulsive (even if I’ve spent years convincing myself I’m super chill and easygoing). In reality, I’m pretty high-strung. I love being in control—of what happens, when it happens, and how. What I hope to gain from this experience is the ability to just be. To live one day at a time, staying open to whatever the world wants to teach me in that moment.
So here’s the plan.
As long as my desire, safety, and—most importantly—wallet allow, I’m taking a gap [insert arbitrary timeframe here] to work on myself and build a path I actually want to follow. I’m not interested in hopping from one place to the next just for the sake of it. Instead, I want to truly immerse myself—to burrow into the lifestyle, culture, and community of each place I land.
I’ve lived comfortably and consistently for my entire life. Now that I finally have the freedom, I want to see what’s really out there—what the world has to offer, and what others have to teach me.
