I have this thing where I don’t want to live in a place for too long. I get bored and I want to run away from my current problems. I always think, “If only I could get away from here all together and never come back, things will be better.” I’ve found this is most certainly not true. Anywhere you go you run into shitty people and your problems tend to follow you around really. But regardless of me knowing this, I still find myself thinking “GET ME OUT OF HERE!”
Anywhere I am, I’m happy for a little while and then I start feeling awful after not even a month into living wherever it is. Moving is the exciting part. New city. New faces. Feeling anonymous. For a while it feels like your problems are gone. Then you get used to where you’re living and you no longer get that anonymous feeling.
I guess that’s why I like traveling. You get away from practically everything for a short while and everything feels right. You get to be somewhere you’ve never been before….explore different places…no one knows who you are…no one really cares who you are either.
Basically, I just want to travel and not live in one place…until maybe I have kids and then I’ll be forced to live in a place. Hopefully when that time comes I’ve found a place I can call home and enjoy it without wanting to run away from it.
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