Congratulations! After working your butt off for the last seven years and producing as well as anyone has ever performed at your job, you have the opportunity to work anywhere you want. The possibilities are endless. You can join the company that always seems to be the leader in your field—they’d be excited to have you. You could join the competition to see what it’s like on the other side of enemy lines. They too have said they’d love to have you on their side. You could sign on the dotted line with that sexy start up that is going to be doing big things in a few years. Again, the possibilities are endless.
But wait, those choices are only the tip of the iceberg. You could also choose to stay right where you are. Things have been good for the last seven years and you’re going to get a substantial raise no matter what you chose to do. You like your boss, you like your co-workers, and you’re comfortable. As far as jobs go, things could be much worse.
Finally, here’s the kicker. You can go home. While you’ve loved your job for the last seven years, you were asked by your employer to pick up and leave home when you were 18 years old. It comes with the territory and you were excited to start your professional career—but you were still forced to leave home to an unknown future. Now, with your future in your own hands, you have the opportunity to go back home and continue your life where it began. You have the chance to be able to do your job, provide for your family, all while being close enough to actually spend time with your family.
Some people want that. Some people don’t. Judging by their decisions earlier this week, Zach Parise and Ryan Suter are the type of guys who want to be around their family.
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Thomas Wolfe was wrong, you really can go home.
Matt Reitz is the Editor-In-Chief here at ViewFromMySeats.com and former NHL Writer for ProHockeyTalk on NBCSports. When he’s not shoving a mic in the face of NHLers or explaining why home teams should wear white, he’s usually trying to figure out what song to play next on his iPod. It’s a never-ending job.
