ever since i was little i’ve loved travel. i loved going places, meeting new people, i had a knack for making people love me. i was that kid who’d run around town asking strangers where they were going, what they were up to , if i could come along. i made a lot of friends early on, simply because i loved hearing about other people and their lives and doing things. i would always read of far off lands and great tales of adventure, imagining myself at the helm. even mundane tasks like biking to a public concert across town became a great adventure to me.
i’m 15 now. not much has changed to be honest. i still bike all over town, still dream of far off lands and those close to home as well, the homes of people all around me. except lately it’s been getting harder and harder to return home. there’s this pull in my heart this ache in my bones that brings me to tears even as i write this that i need ot be out there seeing the world and living life instead of just going through the motions in school. i love my family and friends, but honestly i’m really worried what would happen if i just one day i just kept going. the thing is, i know i could survive wherever i go, i’ve been kicked out for up to a week at a time and just roaming the streets. i’m not afraid of what might happen to me, because even if i was dead within the day of leaving i’d know i at least died following my dream. i’m just wondering what’s holding me back at this point, and i’m so scared and completely intoxicated by the idea that i will just leave and never return. will i look back on this time in my life and wonder why i didn’t leave sooner? i guess i just need some advice. should i follow my dream and go for it or wait a little longer or should i just forget about it entirely?
