Another Fork In The Road, But The Road Goes On and On

I stood by the road trying to hail a cab. On the pavement were two large paperbags stuffed to the brim with my files, documents and knick-knacks accumalated over a period of 3 years. Just 10 minutes ago, I finished making my rounds to all my colleagues to say goodbye. They gave me gifts, wished me luck and were genuinely sad to see me leave.
You see, I’ve quit my job.
Goodbye nice stable, boring, set-for-life job. Farewell to my spacious office with a view of the sea. So long to all my colleagues who I call friends whose name is legion. Ciao, ciao, ciao.
Hello to my new stressful job (the HR director had to invite me out for coffee to give me an accurate picture of the story thus far lest I join in vain) which comes with high risk of failure, small office to be shared, absolutely no user manual and so much travelling required that I will probably be living out of a suitcase when the time comes.
Hello to having to rent another place to be closer to my office which is so far away from my current place, even Frodo would shudder to have to bear the One Ring all the way there by foot.
Hello to spending less time with my wife, only 1 month after my marriage.
So why oh why have I done this?
It’s simple – better money and career prospects. This is the next level in my career. If I pull this off, we’ll be able to have kids. Of course we can have kids now- but we want to have kids, our way. All the things that were denied to us when we were little because of financial constraints, we want our kids to have. A nice house with a garden. Ballet, tennis, swimming, art, golf and riding lessons. An education at a prestigious instituition. Nice clothes. Enough pocket money. A laptop, PDA, Handphone, etc.
All that takes money. We don’t want to have kids unless we can afford to give them the best.
I could stay in my current job, and slowly work towards a promotion and end my days here. But that wouldn’t be fair to my family. So I’ve come out of my comfort zone and am taking some (calculated) risks.
Wisk me luck – I’ll need it.
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