I finished a book that I liked a lot, given to me by Dad for Xmas: The Razor's Edge, by W. Somerset Maugham.
Definitely well-written and surprisingly modern and relatable, considering that it's 60+ years old. It inspired me to "loaf" in a foreign land, just as the protagonist in the book, Larry, does. However, he's trying to find the meaning of life, after his best friend gets killed during WWI. I don't think I have quite the same issues as he does. Nevertheless, I too think that "real work" is overrated. At least the kind of work you do because everyone just expects you to. I don't think I really have to worry too much about that.
Although I definitely would still like to live in a completely foreign (completely foreign? Not sure exactly what that means) country, like Cambodia, or Morocco, or India, for a year or more, just absorbing the culture, and maybe teaching English. Someday soon, hopefully.