Going Back to Work Made Me Realize How Pointless It Is
Financially or from a time perspective.
A month ago, I was still living at my parents’ in the Belgian countryside where I had the forest and 100% of my time for myself.
I spent my days biking, cycling, writing, reading, brewing my own beer, and taking the train once a week to visit my friends in Brussels.
I made about $400 online, which wasn’t much, so I had to start looking for a job.
But where?
I didn’t necessarily want to go back to a big city so I looked for a job in the countryside.
I was offered a position as a go-kart receptionist for €1950 net per month to essentially check people in and out.
Sadly, I declined because I was going to Colombia.
It would have been nice, though.
I would have had no expenses to pay, the job was close to my home, and I would have earned enough to scale my beer brewing activity.
But my mum made me understand that she disagreed with me staying in the house. Fair enough.
So I looked for an “office job” and applied to more than 450 positions, found one, and moved into a shared apartment in Brussels.
