It's going to be back and forth until I actually do this. Am I shooting myself in the foot by quitting my job in search of happiness in relative poverty? I keep telling myself that it's worth it only if I would be unhappy at work.

I would be unhappy there. The money's not worth it if I'm only going to come home to a computer and food every night. Again, I couldn't ask for anything more than the food and shelter and comfort of my parents' home, but I know for certain I won't laugh half as much as I would sleeping in a van and robbing Wal-Mart.

For the first week, at least.