Chucking it all …
I met a woman in vet school who has become a good friend. She was the member of our class that kept me from being the oldest person in our class (I was 41 when we graduated, she was 42). During the stress of exams (in other words, all the time) we used to half-joke about running away and leaving it all behind. We even developed an elaborate plan involving taking the trans-Canadian highway from the Atlantic to the westernmost point of Canada, and then continuing across Alaska until we could pick up a ferry at the Aleuts. We’d just keep going west until we ran out of transportation. I’ll have to devote an entry to my friend some day. She’s got 19 cats because they needed homes and she couldn’t find anyone else to take them.
I wonder how common a daydream that is. I find myself falling back into those kinds of daydreams more and more frequently these days. The difference is that now there is nothing to stop me from doing it but nerve (or lack thereof). I’ve a little savings, plus my share of my mother’s estate. I alternate between tolerance and loathing when it comes to my job. With my mother dead and my marriage dissolved, there is nothing to hold me to this geographic anchor. I could literally go anywhere I wanted, start again.
I have lived within a five mile radius of where I was born all my life. I even commuted to college and veterinary school. The first time I ever spent more than a week away from home was vet school when I did a summer internship about three hundred miles from here. But now, I really could just up and leave.
The concept is simultaneously liberating and terrifying.
Wow, you have some really deep thoughts about life. I know how you feel about home. I was born in Maine and when my parents divorced and my mom moved to colorado ( I live with my mom ), every time I was in Maine I never wanted to leave. Now, I am glad I live here in colorado, its home away from home. I could just pack up and leave here too. But I need to finish highschool first,lol. Anyway… my dad left with my step-mom to N.C and he said he would go back to Maine, but so far he hasnt gone back. So we dont know if hes in N.C or where he is, its just a mystery.
MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 9 DAYS!!!!! lol ~Alaina
Hi, thanks for the info! I’m sure it will work. My mom watched me do it and said "why are you shaking?? relax" *L*..she laughed at me!!..I was so tense that some stuff shot out when I pulled the needle out!!..hehe..oh well, thank you
I think it’s good to get away from "home". You see things in a whole new perspective, at least I did. I moved to Nashville, TN from Eastern Canada 6 years ago. It was a big move, but I’ve never regretted it. I’ve learned so much, and become so much more independent. I felt stale back home, there was never anything or anyone new. If you really want a change, I say go for it. But what about the Professor?
Salamander –
Sounds like you found an amazing person back in vet school – they’re few and far between!
Ah, the best thing about daydreams is I don’t think there is such a thing as a "common" one. They say a lot about us, though!
I know what it’s like to leave your HOME for the first time. It’s like being attached to one long rubber band that constantly tugs you back to the place you know so well…I’m still waiting to see whether or not that rubber band ever stretches itself out…or even breaks? 🙂
~ Caitlin