It happened back in 2019 at my first job after I quit my master’s program at the uni. It was an office job but you could work from home for any reason, you just had to notify your colleagues. At that time, I thought of remote work as some kind of house arrest and I only requested it if I had side gigs to do and needed to go to sleep later or do these gigs during my work time unsupervised. It all changed after I went on vacation.
I went on a trip to a city that was pretty far away from my hometown, in another time zone. I was dumb enough to not include a couple more days in my vacation to recover from jet lag, so I asked permission to work from home for a couple of days so I could have enough sleep. It was the very beginning of September, a beautifully warm autumn, and since I live near the woods, I started going for walks in nature during lunch breaks. The thing is, I liked it so much that I ended up not going back to the office, and, due to the pandemic and me living in a town with low wages and changing my profession, I haven’t worked offline since 2019.