Ever just want to run away?

I have. I have had grand visions of one night just packing a bag and running away. I could be a bartender in one of those little huts on the beach on an exotic island. Of course they would have to be willing to hire someone who has never had a drink in her life and never will, but I am pretty convincing when it comes to employment. I have also thought about moving to Europe. That would be exciting! I would have to learn a new language, find my way around a new country and get to meet all kinds of new people.

When I was little and was upset with my mom the threat of, “fine I’m running away” would spew out of my mouth. My mom would follow that statement with, “Would you like me to help you pack? Remember you can only take what belongs to you.” She eventually had to stop using this line on me because she realized that I wasn’t scared of being away. I was too willing to make friends with perfect strangers. I wouldn’t stop at the street corner before I couldn’t see the house anymore.

As I have threatened to move far, far away as I have become older my mom’s new response is, “have you asked permission?” I know that the only thing that has stopped me from moving to some random place on this earth is that it hasn’t been right (much to the relief of my mom who doesn’t even really like me living four hours away). Don’t get me wrong, I love this great state and I adore being close to my family who I love more than anything, but it is time for something in my life to change and moving would be a fun change. I have thought about not asking, but that could turn out ugly.

So for now I will be content and wait to see what be around that corner I see coming up.