My comment over at the Quarter Life Monologue’s latest entry:
Your second paragraph reminds me of the first time I was alone at an airport by myself. My local flight led me to Charlotte before I was to take off for the Seattle-bound flight. There I was, 19 years old, on my own for the first time, with my backpack on, a purse across my body and a camera dangling from my neck. I had my family back home waiting for my return and my best friend in Seattle waiting on my arrival. It was a glorious place to be–between two places where I was wanted and expected. Yet I could step out from the terminal and into a cab and whisk myself away and no one would be the wiser where I had gone. It was the truest sense of freedom I’ve ever tasted in my life.
I miss that. Now I’m a few years older with a full-time job, my own car, pay all my bills + my dad’s, yet I do nothing but go to work and then come home again. Tomorrow I’ll wake up at 4:30 am to go back to work. I was penniless at 19 but now I have some savings. I keep storing money away for the future, but part of me keeps wondering, “why?”
Anyways, you’ve taken the words right out of my own heart. Welcome to 2009.
I may have posted on this topic before, but it still stands true.