I have been sitting at home doing nothing for about 3 weeks now, and will sit at home doing nothing for another 3 weeks.
In the second week of February I was evicted. It was in a state I'm not from that has management companies that view an eviction as an automatic do-not-rent-to, even though I was offering up to 5 months advance rent. I couldn't do much about it, so I dropped my in-person college classes, packed all my shit, and moved back home to Chicago.
I'm currently crashing in a friend's spare room while I wait for my new place to be ready next week. I have a job offer that doesn't start until 3/21, so I'm just vibing at home and I've never been happier.
I wake up at 11, walk the dog, work out, do some creative writing, and play a bunch of video games. This to me, is what antiwork is all about. The only 'work' I'm doing on a day-to-day basis is working on myself, my happiness, and my artistic passions. Here's to happiness for another 3 weeks.
One thing it did take me a week to get over though, is this super heavy guilt about not being productive or earning any money immediately. This is my biggest gripe with capitalism and profit-seeking in general. It strips us of our humanity and turns us into vehicles for money to reach the pockets of the rich.