There are days that I want to run away. I want to jump in my car and get away from everything.
Some days I think, "I want to pack my bags and leave this place." But would I really be so quick to leave? What would it take for me to leave the only place I've ever really known?
"Home is not where you live, but where they understand you."
Where I am now, I often feel that I don't quite fit in. I don't go out drinking every weekend. Instead, I spend my Sundays at church. I'm married, quite happily, but I don't feel the need to have children yet. I still haven't found a job; I'm biding my time. I'm stuck in an awkward in-between stage.
Maybe it's just me, but it doesn't seem like there are a lot of happily married couples who go to church, don't have children, and don't feel the need to spend their evenings wasted. Sometimes it would be nice to just have a group of friends who understand my circumstances, my life, me.
When I think of how little I have in common with those around me, it's easy to become discouraged. It's easy to feel sorry for myself. It's easy to give in.
I want to be surrounded by people, by opportunities, by life.
And sometimes, I think, "It wouldn't take much."