Good morning, fine folks!
I have this strange feeling I can’t quite put completely into words.
I just want to get the hell out of here.
And not come back.
Running away when you’re a kid is different than running away when you’re an adult.
And I guess that’s the urge. To just run away.
It feels like a culmination of things — not happy with my work life, my home life, my romantic life… for once my family life is aiight.
But I just don’t want to be here.
I want to be in a place where my contributions are valued, I can actually use my skills and get paid for them. I’m getting really tired of making a living off my ability to talk on the phone.
I’d like to make a living with my skills in data analysis or graphic design or writing.
But I have no magical pieces of paper that say I know anything about anything in those fields.
Can people no longer be self taught?
Being alive seems to require credentials and licensure and barcodes.
Truthfully, the idea of living off the grid in a little tiny house powered by solar and growing my own food on my own plot of land sounds completely amazing.
But to get there requires money. Specifically money I don’t have.
I also feel so tied down by other obligations. I told S.O. if we break up I’m going to Mexico… or going to stay with my family and find a job there.
With different sights and different people.
I want more control over my life and not have everything dictated by the dollar and I don’t want my next move to be in the hands of a person an hour and a half away that doesn’t seem to be putting in the effort.
I want to have more say in my own life.
Having said all that, I’ve started tossing around plans for my grand exodus.
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