I don't like to be in one spot for a long time, and I'm not sure why it happens, but at very least a handful of times during the year, I want to leave. Even if it's only for a day or a weekend, I like to get out of this stupid little town that I've been a part of for basically my whole life.
I have realized that I'm not one of those people who are born and raise in a town and then grow old in that town, just to, kater on, die in that town. I hate that idea, and I know some people love that kind of thing, but I am just not one of them. If you like that idea, all the more power to you, but I don't want to live that way.
I don't like that I've travelled so few times in my life. I've been to Boston a few times. I spent an evening in New York for a Mets game, so I'm not even sure if that really even counts. I went to Portland, Oregon and Richmond, Virginia over this past summer. I've been to 3 out of 5 of the New England states, excluding Maine and Vermont, and I had a brief night in Phoenix, Arizona because of a flight screw up. Finally, I've been to Washington, D.C., New Jersey, and Pennsylvania for school trips. Other than that, I haven't been anywhere else, and it kind of bothers me. I know a lot of people don't have the means to go anywhere, and I feel bad that I'm whining that I've only been to 10 places, which could be a lot for any one person, but my constant state of feeling antsy is screaming that 10 is nowhere near enough.
I wish I had the means to just backpack across the country. Or somehow even leave the country and backpack across an entirely different country/continent. I was hoping, even kind of planning, to find a way to write or sell pictures of places that I travelled to to get me to the next destination, but I'm not sure how that would work out. The thing is, I hate the feeling of being held down to one place, or one idea. I wish I could just break out of every obligation I have and just go. Just leave. I don't know where or how I would go, but it doesn't really matter at this point.
I just started a new job this week, which makes leaving pretty difficult, but maybe after a year or so, I'll have enough money saved to get to one new place and see where I can go from there. I'm starting to think that my 20th birthday has something to do with this sudden ants-in-the-pants feeling. I'm still young and I want to do something with my life before it's too late and I get tied down to a job for a while or to people or to anything really that could potentially hold me back. I want to see where I can go while I'm young, single, and have virtually zero ties to any one place. But I don't know if I can.
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