Yesterday I was walking around Downtown San Francisco when I saw a little restaurant with a help wanted sign. Immediately what popped into my head was “If I ran away over here, I could get that job and survive!”
Just to help out this picture, I guess I should mention that I live near Los Angeles, so I was pretty far from home.
Instead of getting super excited at the thought, I began running through all the reasons as to how that wouldn’t worked out in my head.
That really sucked.
I started thinking about running away to England. I would get a credit card and buy a plane ticket. I would get over there and get a job and become friends with cool people.
That wouldn’t work. You can’t get a job over there unless you have a work visa and I hear that that isn’t very easy to get.
Maybe I can transfer to a school over there. That doesn’t seem like running away though.
At 19, it wouldn’t be running away, it would just be moving.
If anything, I wouldn’t even be running away from home, I would be running from school, and that is just called dropping out, which would just…no.
I hate this.
I never snuck out, I never ran away, I never ditched school, and now I can’t do it because it wouldn’t be as liberating as it would be if I was younger and because I’m of age, I can do all that and it would just be normal.
I know 19 is still very, very young, but I hate feeling like everything I do from here on out will not equal how fun and exhilarating it felt to be doing things for the first time ever.
Daily Ruins 