I’m just going to come out and say it. I tried to retire at the age of 26 and failed. What does this have to do with the treehouse? Well, my attempt at retirement seems to be the critical link between my former career as a software developer, and my new career as a carpenter. Let me explain, in objective terms, what happened.
Backing up a step or two… I graduated from Software in 2003 and landed a job in Whistler, a recreational mecca, just North of Vancouver BC. I, and a few others were building a social platform, that would become the ultimate interest-based social network. We had our sights set on Facebook, but sadly, the owner ran out of funding and we folded in 2006.
That’s when I got the clever idea to retire. The ill-conceived plan was to petition the masses with a global fundraiser for my own retirement. I had enough savings to live for about a year while I attempted to execute the retirement stunt. The only problem was, the stunt was harder than it sounded on paper. I toiled and schemed, but just couldn’t come up with a hook that would give the fundraiser the traction it needed to work.
While I was waiting for the million-dollar idea to dawn on me, I started recording my pre-retirement exploits. The newfangled filming kick led me so far off track that I ended up living on a homestead with an old man and had no access to the internet or the outside world. By then I had almost depleted my funds and my chances of retiring by the age of 26 were diminishing beyond all hope. The retirement would have to wait for another year. In the meantime, I needed a job…