What am I doing with my life?
It hits me when I'm sitting in the bus, on my way to work. It hits me when I'm home, chilling on my coach on a Friday, because I'm way too tired to go out and enjoy the night. It hits me way too often for my liking. This thought. This sneaky, panicking thought. "What am I doing with my life?" I've spend pretty much all my 20s traveling the world, studying fields I love, and overall enjoying life. I moved back to my home country a couple of months ago, just before turning 30. Why? It just felt right at that moment. I wanted to be closer to my family, and to some friends. I also thought that it would be easier to find a job in a country where I don't need any visa or permit to stay. Which was the case. I did find a job. It's a pretty good job when I think about it. I make decent money for a young professional. I work with a great team. My boss is nice, and let me work in peace. Plus, I get free coffee. So, what's wrong? It's b...