I woke up earlier than I thought I would today. I must of slept for only 6 hours, but I guess that's because my body has been conditioned to do that for the past two years because of my job. Last Friday was my last day, and waking up this morning, I don't think it's really hit me yet. Maybe when I look at my bank account later in the month I'll realize what had happened, but for now it just feels like day one of a two month holiday before school starts up in the fall. I haven't been in this situation in a while, unemployed and with plenty of time in my pocket. It's unsettling in a way, because I remember the last time I was in this spot. How hard it was to find a job and not knowing what was going to happen to me. But for some reason, I'm attracted to that lack of comfort in my life, and the reason why I decided to forego a stable paycheque for something more. I knew it was going to be rough coming out of university – and it was – and this is going to be no different.