Well, it finally happened.  I did something most of us have dreamed of while in boring meetings or getting chewed out by our boss.  I quit my job, and now have months and months of free time.

Hopefully that doesn’t make me sound like too much of a bum, because there is a method to my madness.  Over the past year, I’ve been preparing myself to transition to business school.  After months of working on applications, more than 50 essays, more than 20 recommendations, and interview after interview, I finally got into a school.  This August, I’ll be moving up to New York to attend business school (more on that later).

I’m taking a few months off work now to do my own thing.  I haven’t entirely planned how I’ll spend my time, but if the next few months are anything like my first week, I’m not too worried.

It’s funny – this past week, I was actually more productive and just as busy as any week in recent memory.  On top of that, I had more social contact this week than most weeks I was actually working.  I had lunch plans nearly every day, and dinner plans every day of the week.  I went to happy hours.  I went to dinner parties.  I saw more of my friends this past week than I had before.  I worked on a lot of personal projects I have going.  I slept in! I prepared for my move up to New York.  I tied up a lot of loose ends in my life.

Somehow, I was busier this week than I was while working.  And it was the good kind of busy – not the busy where your boss asks you to stay through the weekend to finish a proposal, but the busy where I was able to do the things I wanted to do.  That made all the difference.  My days flew by.  I still haven’t been able to finish all of the things I’ve wanted to get to, which makes me worry that now I won’t have enough time to finish everything that I want to do, especially with some of the travel plans I have in store.

How that happened, I have no clue.  I may have to remedy that by not sleeping in as much now.

Overall, it has been a pretty good week.  My biggest worry when I left my job was that I wouldn’t have as much social contact as I was used to and that I may start getting lonely and stir crazy.  Fortunately, the opposite is true.

But then again, this was just my first week.