Lately I’ve been focusing a lot on what it takes to become happy. I can’t seem to figure it out. I shouldn’t be unhappy, in fact, I’ve been very privileged. But there’s seems to be a spark that’s missing. A lust for adventure and running away. An insatiable desire to go and never come back. My home town is a bit of a vacuum. Those who are born here rarely leave. The thought of falling into that trap is terrifying to me. If I could, I’d leave right now. But, I must wait ’til I graduation. I feel like my whole life has been waiting. I’m tired of waiting and being responsible. I want to be irresponsible and do the things I’ve always wanted to do. I can’t be the only one who has these desires and urges, but yet I feel so alone in them. Why are my friends content to be married with children? Is there something wrong with me that makes me want to leave everything I’ve ever known and loved?