I was in Warminster for my cousin's b-day and finally dropped the news that I quit my job. It went over exactly how I thought it would. My aunts and uncles asked about what I plan on doing next, and my grandparents and great-aunt lectured me about how I should keep my job because you can always use the money, and now you won't have health insurance, and a lot of people are out of work right now, and what if something happens to your car and you have to get it fixed, and can't you just go to school part time?
How do you explain to the Depression Generation that it's not about the money; it's about your dreams. That you want something more than a paycheck and health insurance, and simply working isn't satisfying this internal itch that's making you want to get up/shake down/run. That you have 6-months worth of money saved, you're not being lazy, you have a plan. That it's difficult to study for graduate exams, look for scholarships/grants, and write a 50 page portfolio while working full-time at a job that crushes your spirits beyond recognition, for which you drive an hour both ways. That you can't get a Masters degree from a community college.
That you just need to be something more.
On the way home my dad told me, just focus on what you're doing and getting where you want to go. Don't worry about anything else; I got your back.
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