6/05/2009

I need a vacation

I don't need the kind where I fly to England for two weeks and sleep in a tent. I need the kind where I pack up everything I own, rent a truck and point to a place on the map and go. I Want to do something reckless and with abandonment. Something that will change my life. Something that I can look back on when I'm 50 and think "Heh, You're so dumb Boyd, but what a good choice."

Emily asked what was tying me here. Other than Rent and My family? Nothing. I hate my job, My roommate is meh, there is nothing holding me here. And it sucks, because I refuse to do it. I won't do it. I'll dream of doing it and wish I did it, when I'm old and grey. But I won't ever do it.

I'm too scared to let go and live outside the box that is Suburbia. I'm safe, I'm 30 minutes at most away from food, Shelter and love. Like honestly, I'm too much of a wimp to just pack up and go.

Regardless of how badly I want to at times.

1 comment:

Kevin Atteridg said...

It's not easy for most to just leave that sort of safety net, but the choice is always out there. There is always the opportunity.