Another day, another post for me!
Almost exactly a month ago, I had the craziest idea to message my father on Facebook to tell him that I was planning a trip in the beginning of July to see him, and that I would require his address and a phone number.
I wasn't really planning on visiting him, I mainly just wanted to see his reaction to me asking so forwardly for his information.
But now I want to travel 1700 miles just to see what kind of life he has been living for well over 10 years. It might just be my curiosity kicking in, or the fact that I absolutely love to travel and discover the places I've never been.
I have the craziest idea to pack up a suitcase, buy a bus ticket and just go.
What would be the harm of doing this?
1. My mother: We don't know how long she has and it's difficult to measure it considering that for a woman that was supposed to die one year after she was diagnosed, she's still going strong after almost 10. She told me I should wait until after the cancer to travel. What if that's another 5 years? (Highly doubtful; but I consider the possibility.)
2. My friends: I'm finally getting friends that I know I can trust, and ones that I will actually miss if I do decide to leave for a while. (Sarah will freak out *here*)
3. My general family: How disappointed in me would they be if I decided to become something and discover exactly what I am capable of. (My family basically wants me to become something in a city that just simply is too welfare - because all my family is here, and wouldn't it be so disgraceful to be leaving at such a difficult time..)
Blah.
I'm still at Sarah's; this post wouldn't be possible without her. She's the source of the internet upon which I am using and the source of the pee-in-your-pants entertainment. Since last night, we have been laughing at everything that sounds even the least bit amusing. Our latest is:
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