I left to never come back to a great paying job of 2 yrs as the sole graphic designer staring at a monitor for 9hrs/day in a room with no windows, with lots of overtime and no chance of me actually getting to take my 2 weeks paid vacation. I got in my truck, drove 4500 miles over 4 months (stopped at 27 different national parks/forests) and finally arrived and landed a job on a whale watching boat in Juneau Alaska for the summer. After the summer, I boarded a jet and traveled to New Zealand where I stayed for 6 months hiking and exploring the South and North Island.
Now guess where I am.
The owner ended up calling me as soon as I got back to town. They had been through a succession of multiple hires (10+) trying to replace me and couldn't find anyone who had the right combination of skills/state of mind. Their most recent hire had literally stormed out exclaiming, "Bunch of hillbillies!" They called me desperate and offered a very attractive hourly wage. I agreed to come back until I could personally train someone correctly. I traveled an entire world away so I could end up same as when I left. So I guess... I fell into it.