I grew up on airplanes. With a father that is a pilot, I hopped on and off planes like most kids hopped in and out of their parents' minivans. And while our frequent flying fueled my brother's enchantment with becoming a pilot, I fell in love with air travel in a different way: I fell in love with being a passenger.
In late October I made the decision to resign from my position as a digital project manager at a local agency. Like really-quit-my-job kind of quit my job. Quit without something else lined up. Quit without a plan for what I want to do next. Quit to quit and to take a break. I'm calling this sabbatical "voluntary unemployment," and this is why I did it.