It would be nice to just forget about everything. Pack a few of my favorite things and write a vague letter saying that you’ll hear from me soon enough- then leave. I don’t know where my destination is, what I’ll be doing, or what I’m trying to achieve, but I just want to go to somewhere new. Somewhere no one knows who I am, somewhere I don’t have to constantly be fulfilling people’s expectations of me, somewhere I can be content with a pleasure as simple as receiving kind yet timid smiles from strangers.

It would be spontaneous, something that I wouldn’t in a million years even dream I would be doing just the day before. That impulse and wanderlust might really consume me one day; and without a sound, without a word, without “but’s” or “if’s,” I would hop on a plane, fly thousands of miles away from the place I’ve called home, and feel like for once in my life, I’ve decided my future.

(Source: etherity)