Some days I just feel like walking. Leaving. Dissappearing. Packing up a few things, jumping in my car, driving until I feel like stopping, and starting a new life
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I know how you feel. The temptation to not come home at the end of the summer is quite strong. I have a credit card from my dad that easily has a high enough limit to survive long enough to get a job teaching english in thailand or wherever.
I don't have a word for it. It's a desire to run away without knowing what from or where to. Maybe it's a young-adult thing. Maybe it's an 'us' thing. I make plans for the future and get out whenever I can.
I had a feeling you and mom would understand. I'm sure many people on my list do. I bet Shannon does. *Sigh* I'm such a hometown girl. It doesn't make sense that I feel this way sometimes.
I guess it's just part of being human. I mean, you and mom are adventurous. I'm not. But I guess that may be my adventurous side. The side that enjoys travel and wants to run away.
I used to call it "My Gypsy"... that desire to just put my guitar across my back and walk into the sunset. I still feel that way sometimes... except now, like Hawke, I would probably take a credit card instead of a guitar... and I'd drive.
I figured you two would understand. Sometimes I wish I could. That I had the guts. But that's not who I am. Oh well. I guess that's part of what that one week of mine will be about.
I didn't have the guts either...except once, and I had a return plane ticket (open ended) aand knew I had friends to stay with... but I often wanted to... hell I still want to from time to time.
" except now, like Hawke, I would probably take a credit card instead of a guitar... and I'd drive. "
Take the guitar too! And forget driving -- you don't MEET anyone driving. Take a train, or a bus, or a plane, or even a boat because the journey is half the fun.
Besides, most buses include chickens. What's an adventure without chickens?
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I don't have a word for it. It's a desire to run away without knowing what from or where to. Maybe it's a young-adult thing. Maybe it's an 'us' thing. I make plans for the future and get out whenever I can.
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I guess it's just part of being human. I mean, you and mom are adventurous. I'm not. But I guess that may be my adventurous side. The side that enjoys travel and wants to run away.
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Take the guitar too! And forget driving -- you don't MEET anyone driving. Take a train, or a bus, or a plane, or even a boat because the journey is half the fun.
Besides, most buses include chickens. What's an adventure without chickens?
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