Wanderlust

So many places to go, so may people to meet. What am I still doing here? I have an urge to know the world. Wanderlust. Except reality kind of traps me here. I have responsibilities, I have a family and friends, and sometimes (and I know this is a horrible thing to say), sometimes I wish I was just a bit more alone, so I could be a bit more free. People who are always surrounded aren't often as free as people who have no one. At least not the surrounded people who care. I wish I could just drop everything and go. I tried that once, but the world came up with a way to give me even bigger responsibilities, and dragged me back to reality. A reality that now, I'm not sure I love. It's like that saying: Instead of hoping for holidays and weekends, just live a life you don't have to run from. And maybe, I don't know, I am running. If I have nothing holding me to my reality by the end of the year, if I have no strings attached, no major reason to stay, I'm leaving. It's only sensible.