When I was a kid, I used to run away. Seriously. I'd actually pack a bindle like this one stitched by the talented Adam Moe.
I'd pack a book, a sandwich, and my yo-yo, and go hang out in the wooded area behind our neighborhood. Even when I was gone long after the sun went down, nobody ever missed me.
The urge to run has come back. When I get to the office in the morning, or when I am on my way home at night, I find myself thinking: "What if I just kept driving?"
But I don't have anywhere I could go. And there are some people who might actually notice. Besides, I don't even know what I'd put in my bindle.
Being a grown-up sucks sometimes.