Exactly half a year has passed since my last day at work in my previous job. Back then, I wrote a post as a commemoration and it invited a flurry of comments. Besides the many encouragements and well wishes, I noted that there were a couple of ominous warnings in there as well. Which was good because truthfully speaking, I don’t think it’s “possible” for most people to do what I did. You can call it unemployment/a transition/a sabbatical but the essence was that for half a year, I didn’t have to clock a 40 hour work week. That was the upside but the flip side was that I didn’t get to draw a monthly salary. Pretty much unimaginable for a married male at 28 who was also saddled with a housing loan. To some, what I did bordered on being irresponsible. Imagine you had a son who managed to enroll into Harvard. And one day, he ......