I want to pack a bag. I want to pack a backpack full of a few of my favorite things. And I want to go. I want to leave. Saying goodbye won't be hard at all, just deciding which direction to head in will be.
I've lived in the same town, in the same square mile area, for my entire life. 20 years, 7300+ days, breathing the same recycled air. Seeing the same faces. Watching the same cars drive back and forth to the same, dead end destination. The thought is depressing. All I know is this town and to tell you the truth, it's terrible.
And my job. Yeah, it's great to have a steady job (almost 5 years - a quarter of my human existence), but kids my age have had several jobs. Lived in several towns in several states.
I'm just craving change. And the time to act is approaching in my rear view mirror, gaining on me.
maybe, the best plan is having no plan.
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