A Drastic Change of Life

I read these stories online about people leaving everything behind to start a new life in an extreme location.

I’ve always been drawn to those stories. To the point of getting ‘Into the Wild’ tattooed on my arm and leaving Paris with little savings and no job prospects to live in New York City.

These people escaped an abusive and difficult situation, I didn’t. I just wanted to change my lifestyle and scenery, making me wonder if I’ll ever want to settle down in one place someday.

I read these stories on my computer, behind my desk, from my 8:30-5:30 job with a 45-minute lunch break, with no benefits and a salary that covers just the rent but not enough to save for a retirement or anything else for that matter.

I’m reading these stories wishing I could live them. Pack my bags again, take my cat and settle somewhere in the middle of nature.

I used to think, I will be happy once I live there, wherever ‘there’ was. I’m finally learning and believing that I’m happy wherever I am, that the feeling of happiness comes and goes and I’m learning how to live with that.

However, I still want to move. I want to be on the road and meet people. It’s hard to meet people in a city where everyone is busy bustling. I meet most of my friends while traveling. One of my closest friends I met while waiting for the Greyhound to go to Philadelphia.

What should I do with my life that will allow me to be on the road and meet people?

It’s 11:01am on a Thursday and these are the thoughts that come to mind.