I've been thinking about work a lot lately.

About why I do what I do that is.

No, I'm not independently wealthy, and yes, I know that I work so I can make money. But I also know that there are a million, billion ways to make money. So I guess I'm not talking about working as a concept as much as my actual job itself.

I graduated college, that's university for my British readers, almost five years ago. Upon graduation, all too sad to be leaving the breathless beauty that is Pittsburgh, I moved to New York and joined an investment bank, which I still work for, as a programmer.

In my first three years, I worked on multiple projects, all on the UNIX platform with the amazing Motif GUI libraries or the even more fun TK ones, and coded shell scripts, perl scripts, and C code. I traveled to London several times, and even lived there for a few months because of a major project. I learned a tremendous amount in those three years, mostly from the very intelligent people in my surroundings.

My department also had an overwhelming amount of evening and, at times, weekend support work, so I spent what easily qualifies as obscene hours working.

In my forth year, I was asked to go to Tokyo for an extended business trip. Two of the team members there had recently quit, leaving the group in a very difficult situation. Since I'd previously worked for that manager and knew him to be amazing, I seriously considered the offer. Six months without Jake in a country where I didn't speak the language, and one that was incredibly far away both from New York and Istanbul, seemed a bit insane.

But I decided it was exactly what I needed. I was having problems with some of the people I worked with and there was way too much politics going on in my group in New York so work-wise it was the best alternative at the time. And I figured that if Jake and my relationship couldn't survive a six-month long distance, it was better to find out now. I also decided I needed to challenge myself. I needed to find out that I could live without Jake, if I had to, and that I could go to a totally foreign country and make it just fine.

So even though just about all of my friends recommended otherwise, I accepted the offer.

And it turned out to be one of the greatest six months of my life. I loved the people I worked for and with, even the work I did was more fun. I got promoted. I learned not only more about coding, but I can also now speak Japanese. I was totally unfamiliar with Japanese culture and had never been to the Far East. I found out that I could do on my own just fine. My relationship with Jake got ten times stronger. And I decided that as soon as I returned back to the States, I would change my job.

I came back to New York on May 19, 2000. The very next day, I flew home to Turkey to celebrate my mother's fiftieth birthday and my twin nephews' first one. While there, I decided that what I really wanted to do was work part-time. I wanted the time to do other things. I wanted to go to museums. I wanted to volunteer. I wanted to take more classes. I wanted to enjoy life more. Read more books.

I came back to New York with the intention of looking for a part-time job internally until the end of the summer and if I couldn't find one by then, I would look elsewhere. People kept insisting that there were no part-time positions in the firm and that I would end up having to quit. And of course that wasn't the case. I had several options and finally accepted the job that I currently have.

Now I get to write an application from scratch. That's a dream job. Most people in companies like mine get to fix or enhance other people's code. My team and I get to decide our database schema, our system flows, our platform, the languages we'll use, and even the GUI layouts. To top it off, I only work Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays.

Sounds perfect, right?

Well it was. It is. But I still spend many of my days asking myself why I do this. Is this what I really want to do? What do I want to do? And I can't get the questions out of my mind.

I love coding and I don't see myself ever giving it up. I write code for myself, for my friends, and for Jake. But I also want to feel like my work helps others or the world in general. I want to make more of a difference. I want to work with people who will challenge me. And I also want to work from home. I want to be able to work in my pajamas. I want to have my own hours.

And, of course, the question that keeps recurring is: Why don't I?

Why don't I just do it?

Previously? Criticism.