I have classes that need my time and attention. I need to get through with them if I ever want to finish school and get the hell out of Michigan before I go insane. My bank account is, as usual, woefully low. There is absolutely no way that I have either the time or the money for a roadtrip this summer.
Which is why, of course, I have been overcome with an intense bout of wanderlust recently.
It's more than that, actually. I want to sell off all of my stuff, keeping only a few items of clothing, some drawing material and my car. I want to just take off and go somewhere. Anywhere. Live in my car and travel around.
Sometimes I want to forget the car, simply pack a few things into my backpack and simply start walking. I want to sleep under the stars and not rely on anyone for anything.
I don't know where I would go. I only have vague ideas how I would get money or food. I know that it wouldn't be nearly as fun as it seems. I know that it would be horribly dangerous. But I still want to do it.
