Well, with my Hong Kong trip just around the corner (essentially), it’s probably just about time for me to start cleaning up the mess that I’ve made over the last few years… Although I don’t have too much junk (I think), I have a very serious problem of feeling nostalgic everytime I contemplate the decision to throw something away…
The other day, I was going through my old textbooks, and I really couldn’t believe how many I’ve accumulated in the last 7-8 years. Once upon a time, I had a “dream” about transitioning into the engineering role of Integrated Circuits (IC) Designer… So, I bought up a bunch of books and studied this stuff like all the time – after work, on weekends, whenever I had free time.
But since discovering the path to early FI, man, so much has changed… and I really believe for the better. Had I continued going down that IC Designer route, even if I was “fortunate” enough to be able to switch over (my background is in Applications Engineering), I just can no longer see how it would have been the right thing to do…
Sure, I would have landed a larger compensation package… In return, I would have signed up for:
- More responsibilities.
- More stress.
- More work.
- More pressure.
The folks who are able to swing it, props to you… Some of my best friends are in IC Design and they seem to be pretty happy, in general… But they all complain incessantly about having to work late hours and weekends to meet tape-outs (schedule).
Maybe in another life… But this path is no longer viable for someone like me… I’m on to bigger and better things now.
So, the following will be donated to former colleagues or charity:
I guess when I finally get around to offloading these textbooks over the coming weeks, it will definitively mark the end of my engineering career. Right now, I still have remnants of the past.
Anyway, as we were spring cleaning this past weekend, we unearthed this hidden gem, written by my brother many eons ago (1992).
“To me my grandmom is like an angel. She can be sweet as candy sometimes or really mean. I have known her since I was born. I remember her holding me when I was young. Her hands are soft as silk. She is the kindest person I know.
Grandmom is about 71 years old and is still like a rock. When she sits down you can hear some bones cracking. If you run your hand through her hair at least 5 strands of hair will come off. Her eyes are so good that she can see from here to China. Her ears are as good as a owl.
If you try to sneak up on her she has a reaction as quick as a fly. Her dresses are as old as Santa Claus. Her wrinkles covers her whole body. You can see her veins from a mile away.
I can go to her any time I have a problem. She always finds the right words to say. One time I thought I lost my best friend. She cheered me up by telling me about her life, her hard and painful life, she would always cheer me up when I’m down”
As I recently shared with readers, growing up, my grandma was indeed my own personal hero. I am not the least bit surprised that someone else in my family feels the exact same way that I do. But I will admit, I am somewhat surprised (that’s putting it nicely) that my brother was able to score an “A” grade on this assignment! He never ceases to amaze me… Even with feats accomplished 20+ years ago…
You never know what you will find when spring cleaning…
It’s a trip down memory lane… Now, we are ready for New Beginnings…
This journey is just getting started…