Love this post.

I think about my life and how it would be somewhere else all too often. It's not that I dislike the people around me (though sometimes I do) or that I hate the geography. It's that feeling of freshness and unfamiliarity. A start at something so foreign and exciting that has me dreaming of selling my belongings and hitting the road for anywhere else.

I once travelled to Naknek, Alaska all the way from Florida to live at a salmon cannery for a month. I went alone. It was the most liberating and exciting experience of my life. There were people from all over the US, even some from Hawaii.

Even after returning from that venture, I still dream about starting over, alone, in an unfamiliar territory. It might just be a romantic daydream for me though, as my ambitions are contrarily keeping me grounded in my hometown where I grew up. The thoughts of fleeing become extraordinarily strong when my mood is very low, sometimes for weeks. I have learned to cope and stay strong, but it doesn't change the fact that it's a reoccurring thought process in my life.

Thank you for sharing your feelings, dreams, and experiences. These well thought out and terrificly raw posts are my favorite ones.