ShaggytheStoryteller

I think I've always been a wanderer, at least on a subconscious level. Anywhere I've lived I spent more time outside exploring everything than I ever did inside. If I couldn't get outside I'd make up fantastic adventures in my head, and the only video games I ever truly enjoyed were the open world games like Fallout, just because how much there is to find.
Granted, for a long time the thought never crossed my mind to just go. I'd been dragged all over the state of Arizona by my psychotic egg donor for a little over a year at the age of 13, and before that my dad took me to Florida with woman who could have given the "Evil Stepmother" stereotype some new material to describe itself with. After both of these situations we always came back to the midwest (SouthWestern Michigan and NorthWestern Indiana), and things would settle down and be better. So, I thought I would be content to stay here, and it turned out I was terribly wrong. I'm 22 as of the writing of this about me, and I have itchy feet. Life has simply gone off the rails yet again, and the thought of picking this particular bike up and trying to ride it again just makes me tired. Now I want to travel, and make my own story. I'm tired of the normal life, I need to get out of this rut that is simply sapping away everything about myself that I love. I have no ties at this point in my life, at least none that are so desperate that me leaving would hurt anyone I know.

I'm a storyteller. I'm a joker and a smoker and a midnight toker. I am me, and it's time I started acting like it.

“There is stability in walking an uncertain path, because you never allow yourself to be misled by what you think you know.”
A.J. Darkholme