Sort of? I was kind of forced into ~14 months of state-sanctioned unemployment when I skipped the pond and found out my dual citizenship was not going to be arr

Sort of? I was kind of forced into ~14 months of state-sanctioned unemployment when I skipped the pond and found out my dual citizenship was not going to be arriving by Christmas. (Long story short: Ireland has 2 kinds of birth certificates.) It was hell. I burned through over $10,000 just trying to survive that year with my wife. At first I took it in stride, worked through a few books I wanted to. But then the second passport rejection came. And the third. And the fourth. I couldn't get a single person in the DFA to give me an answer beyond "don't worry, if it doesn't work we'll let you know." I began drinking heavier and heavier. I began rethinking the whole relationship that led me to such desperation. Eventually I started timing my days around waking up at 2 pm to park myself in front of the laptop and ask them about every conceivable question or problem I could come up with; eventually I stumbled by pure luck onto what the issue _really_ was, and after getting the usual "don't worry" a few days later I got an email asking me to clarify some stuff. And then - finally - salvation arrived in the post as a little blood red book. This probably isn't the kind of 'sabbatical' you meant, but being a quasi illegal immigrant for a year with no fallback plan because you spent the money you could have used for airfare back to a country where you can legally work again on rent last month is the kind of thing that leaves your whole inner risk portfolio a bit higher than it started.