Life got messy this month. Good. That is usually when I build my best.
Every piece of advice says the same thing: bet on yourself, move to the big city, take the leap. This week I am doing the opposite, on purpose. I am staying in Radom, and tomorrow I start driving a taxi.
If I could just point at a map, I would already be in Krakow. Or Wroclaw. Or Szczecin. New city, clean start, the works. Two things stop me, and neither is fear.
- One: my car is a 30-year-old Audi that keeps a private collection of the roundabouts it has died on. You do not cross Poland on a car that treats every roundabout as a possible final resting place.
- Two: when I moved to the Netherlands, someone held the door for the first few weeks, introducing me. This time nobody is holding it.
So here is how I actually see it. A calmer place that is finally mine, and this job, they are not the destination. They are the bridge to it. And you do not stop halfway across a bridge because the water underneath looks deep. You cross it.
So I am shipping the boring, working version of my life first. Same way I build software: you do not leap, you lay one solid line, run it, then lay the next. A stable income I can start this week. Rent I can actually cover. Every spare zloty into one pile, from zero, until I move out for real, into the first place that is mine and quiet enough to build in.
And here is what surprised me: my head is buzzing. Not from fear, from the fact that a new chapter is genuinely starting, and for once I am the one writing the plan.
Week's grind
- The day job becomes the taxi. That is the engine that funds the move.
- PC Workman keeps shipping, guides and all. Building in public does not pause for real life.
- And I keep stacking, from zero, toward the first door that is mine to open.
A year ago I could not get anyone to run my .exe. It is on the Microsoft Store now, and I am about to fund my own way out, one shift at a time.
Still here. Still building. This time the project is my own life.