When I was 15 and a Sophomore in High School, I wanted out. I didn’t have many friends and I always felt like a goofy outcast. I just couldn’t visualize any future in my small New York suburb. And I always thought to myself, “I never signed up for this, so why the hell am I here?”
So I would dream away math classes studying the miniature world map found in my homework organizer. I envisioned the countless different lives other 15 year olds where living around the world. I craved the possibilities inherent to travel but I didn’t think I had any options. A year later, I ran away from home.
If I had known then all the possibilities I know today, there’s a good chance I would have never run away in the first place.