Congrats on escaping the corporate prison! Now you're in a self-imposed solitary confinement with no weekends, no benefits, and a boss who never stops pushing deadlines (it's you).
That dream of making the next Stardew Valley quickly transforms into debugging collision detection at 3AM while your Steam backlog grows and your social life withers. The irony of trading 40 hours of structured misery for 168 hours of chaotic passion is just *chef's kiss*.
But hey, at least your commute is shorter and pants are optional.