This story rightly begins just over three weeks ago, on a Friday evening after work, in the park on the corner of Milva and Hearst. I'd come home from another average day at work, feeling a bit lonely and frustrated, to find that the house was empty. I didn't like the idea of sitting alone at home, but I wasn't really in the mood to hang out with other people either.
I ended up heading over to the park with my journal, my CD player, and a pen. I found a nice spot on the grass, and flipped to the last entry in my journal. I was shocked to find that it was over a year old. Sitting down to write again made me feel a better, but it took a few pages for me to get there. By the time I left the park, I had come to the conclusion that I absolutly needed to change something about my life. My current trajectory was taking me farther and father away from who and where I wanted to be.
It's tempting to describe that scene as an epiphany, but it really wasn't. I'd been thinking and saying that I needed a change for a long time, but I hadn't found the right combination of strength, courage, and frustration to act. That night all the ingrediants combined, and I decided it was time to leave CNET.
It was surprisingly difficult to come to that decision, but now that I've made it, I have no doubt that it was the right choice. I've learned a lot while working there, and I've met some great people, but in the end I don't want to be working for a big company, and I don't want to be doing eCommercce.
I've left my end date somewhat flexible, but I plan to leave after the second week of October right now.