quit my job and get the heck out of this city

I just marked my “get a job” goal done.

But the thing goes like this:

I’ve gotten this job to support myself while I’m studying. My degree takes a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time to complete, and I don’t want to depend on my dad forever. Plus I wanna live on my own and all that jazz, and, well, I need an income for that. I have it now.

Thing is, no matter how stable this job is (and it’s REALLY stable), I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. I’m not going to study a 7-year-long degree to end up doing paperwork that has nothing to do with what I like.

I was talking to a friend of my brother’s today, and he asked me if I was still thinking of leaving this country once I graduate. I said YES, YES, YES, YES, DAMN IT, YES. And he reminded me that my brother used to say the same five years ago, and he finally ended up staying here with the very same job he swore he’d leave.

Leaving is a VERY long time goal, but I’m keeping this here to remind me of this promise I’ve made myself.