A Farewell to Workaday Life

From the balcony at my apartment here in Orlando, Florida I can see the fireworks from Disney World each night. Every now and then a fog rolls in and sits over the pond at my complex, and the lights give the fog an ethereal glow, and the jogging trail that circles the pond is turned into a nineteenth century London street where Jack the Ripper might leap out and drag you away to carve your body to pieces and decorate the room with you.

I’ll miss that.

I have two bags now. One is a laptop bag that has my Kindle in it, along with paperback copies of each of my novels and George Orwell’s 1984, which I keep just in case it becomes any more true than it is already and it’s decided that I can’t own it anymore, but I digress. In the other bag, there really isn’t much — some clothing, a toothbrush, a blowgun, just the essentials.

The point is, these two bags, they’re everything I own now. These are all of my worldly possessions, and I can carry them all at once. Nine months ago I had a collection of 500 DVD’s, dozens of books, a badass Mac desktop, a queen-sized mattress, a MiniDV camcorder, and what I considered to be a pretty nice car. Now I have two bags filled with about fifty pounds of stuff.

And I cannot tell you how good that feels.

Tomorrow I’m getting on a plane to Cozumel, Mexico, where I’ll be living for the next six months. After that, I’m thinking maybe Phuket, Thailand. After that, I don’t know.

I don’t make a whole lot of money as a fiction writer yet. I make a little, but not as much as I did fighting for hours as a movie theater projectionist and getting verbally abused by coworkers on a day-to-day basis. But to work that job I needed to live in an expensive city (at least compared to most of the world’s cities), own a car, burn fuel driving back and forth to work, get my suits dry-cleaned on a semi-regular basis, and do a dozen other things that cost me pretty much all the money I was making.

In the end, it ate up 40 hours of my week plus the time I spent commuting, it gave me no satisfaction, and it barely afforded me a pretty unimpressive lifestyle.

What I’m getting at is fuck workaday life.

With a little Internet income, a lot less than what is considered to be a good job in the United States, I think I can live what could be a pretty fantastic lifestyle in different fantastic locations around the world over the next couple years. And I can do this without sacrificing those 40+ hours each week that my god-awful job used to take from me. It will afford me the opportunity to spend an extra 40 hours a week writing, which seems like an easy decision to me.

It’s not very hard to do this. Right now I’m making a little over $500 per month, and it should be enough to get by. If I can crank that up to $1,000 over the next couple months, I’ll live like a king.

I’ll be around, so if you follow this blog or my Facebook page, I’ll let you know how this experiment pans out.

In any case, if you happen to take a cruise through Cozumel between now and the end of the year, look me up.

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4 Responses to A Farewell to Workaday Life

  1. Good luck with your journey and have safe travel.

  2. My friend, you just take care of yourself – wherever you end up. That traveling is probably going to end up feeding that incredible and witty imagination of yours and score us more killer reading material!

    -Jimmy

  3. Sarah says:

    Dear Greg,
    I’ve not read any of your books yet but your comments caught my eyes. I applaud you for breaking the mold! In my eyes it also take courage to do what your doing, pack up and leave everything behind, awesome! Things are bad now ours days but I always thought there must be more to this life then to just wake up, dress up, go to work, dinner, and sleep? somebody else in another State, continent, country someone else is doing something different from me. And I found out that I’m right! There so much to see and learn.
    So take care, be careful and enjoy your adventure!
    Sarah.

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