Do you ever feel like you just want to run away? That was not a feeling I was too familiar with until a couple of years ago. I’m sure as a kid I wanted to run away sometimes when I didn’t get what I wanted or when I felt like my parents were being mean to me, but that was always short-lived.
In the past three years I’ve wanted to run away many times. I’ve wanted to pack my family up and move. Move to where I feel the most connected, move to where I feel grounded, move to the ocean, where the waves wash my worries away, if just for a moment. There is something about the ocean that calls me. It is my happy place. If anything comes anywhere close to being a spiritual experience for me it is the ocean. I am terrified of it, because of its ability to destroy, and I am in love with it because of its massive beauty.
The thought of moving somewhere new. Someplace that is not so conservative and right leaning, is tempting at times. However, we cannot go, and we stay for the same reason many people stay in a place they sometimes feel they don’t belong. We stay for our family. The very thing I’d sometimes like to run away from keeps me here. My need for a family connection, my need for my children to have that connection keeps me in the middle of the United States far away from any scary, beautiful ocean.
Where would I go? Well I I’m not a huge fan of cold. I can do a snow or two, but I can’t handle too much of it. I know I’d suffer from the winter blues. I love the Gulf of Mexico, the white sand and blue water, so lower Florida would be really nice. With that said, if there is an ocean near by I could probably handle anywhere.
Have you ever wanted to run away? What keeps you from doing it and where would you go?