I got the right wife. I got the right country. I only really had one thing left to get.
Starting in January, all my freelance contracts dried up. Feast or famine, that stuff happens. I'd been keeping up with the rent, and a little more, but not exactly my entire share, at least as I felt it ought to be. My wife is an enormous help here.
Starting in March, now that I had the official right to employment, I went out job hunting for full time positions for the first time in 15 years. Two months and 6-8 good interviews later, I got nothin'.
Indeed? Dice? BCTechnology? Tech recruiting agencies? Fiddlesticks. Bullshit. Where did the work come from? Craiglist.
So I pick up this new client on Craigslist. He needs a reliable developer part time who can work from home. Gee, that's exactly my thing. His rates are below market, but I have never needed market rates, and if I can work at home and keep my existing commitments, that's worth a bit of a discount, anyway.
The work has been, and looks to be, steady enough for all my needs for the foreseeable future.
It's official: I now have it ALL.
It sunk in last week, the sense of security and safety, that feeling of flushness in the pocket. It happened while I spontaneously, shrewdly invested half an hour on a Friday mid-afternoon into plopping down on my lawn, watching traffic go by. It was definitely a beach day.
The closest thing to uncertainty I can feel is not knowing immediately what I'm going to spend my earnings on. It's tough when you're out of the habit. Money is useless: All you can do is spend it.
And I get to keep my freedom. Again.
Yeah; I'm good.
