There’s a certain expectation within society of how one’s life is supposed to unfold. As a guy you’re supposed to graduate from high school, either get a job or go to college and then get a job, meet and marry a girl, have kids, and grow old. At no point in that to-do list will you see “quit your job and move back in with your parents after living on your own for fourteen years.” Apparently, I’m one of the few who got that memo.
I think it goes without saying that when you’re unemployed there’s a certain expectation that you will have quite a bit of free time. I’m sure most people use this new found ‘freedom’ to start a job search, work on developing skills that will make them more attractive to potential employers, or simply look on in despair while watching their bank account dwindle. I’ve taken a slightly different bent over the past couple months on how to approach having so much down time. I’ve chosen to enjoy the time away from work and work related stress. I mean, in due time I plan on being back in that environment, and I’m sure I’ll be longing for these ‘care free’ days.