I always wanted to be a remotee

I always wanted to work remotely.

When I moved to Oxford, I used to run at 6am to my work. Each day, mostly in dark, I ran along a house where a light was on.

I could not see inside but I saw a room full of bookshelves, a desk, a lamp and a man behind the desk. The man was always writing something.

Every morning, unless I rode my bike, the same view. I wanted to be at his place very much.

I did not know what he was doing and whether he liked it. It did not matter.

It looked as a home office to me. The man was doing what he wanted and when he wanted it.

And I wanted the same really badly. So I decided that one day I’ll be a guy in the window too.

For many, remote work sounds like something dark. Something that compromises or even damage their private life.

Instead of going to the office and coming back from work, they feel at work all the time.

It can be true.

Remote work is not an answer to everything and certainly does not work for everyone.

Remote work is not a private life destroyed either though.

Most people I’ve talked to in recent years could not grasp a concept of remote work.

For some it is unimaginable to work from a place with so many familiar distractions, for others it “can’t work” for the nature of their work.

We have been living in a dogma setting all our life.

Our parents went to work 40 hours a week every week. The same place, the same hours.

Considering work as something we can do wherever we are anytime we want is often too much.

I always wanted more from my life. I always wanted to be a remotee.