Why Do We All Want To Run Away?

Maybe Springsteen was on to something.

I’ve never been one to have wanderlust. I’ve never traveled outside of the states, save Mexico. I’ve lived in Arizona for 40 years. I’ve owned this home for 12 years. My friends and family are here.

Still, I want to run away.

I fantasize about it more than I probably should. My Instagram feed is full of adorable millennials living in tiny houses in wild locations or out of vans or RVs. They’re migrant.

I’ve spent the majority of my professional career chained to a desk. I’m thankful for what my career has brought me but it is, indeed, a hamster wheel.

I have written more than once about having lived my life with an overwhelming sense of obligation and duty that I always do what I’m supposed to do.

I was talking to someone last night that told me he sometimes considers saying fuck it and selling everything and buying an RV and just living a nice life out of a really beautiful, well appointed RV.

I asked him why he didn’t do it. He didn’t know.