After coming off a horrible year of unemployment, and what was probably the worst depression of my life, I was offered a job in AZ. Exciting, right?
My belief at the time was that I would 'go' when the money ran out. I thought, "Well, fuck it, the Universe obviously must not want me in it." Job-hunting and interviewing became a daily practice of building myself up only to be torn down. So I gave the Universe a suicide deadline.