JanuaryBell
Active member
There was a time earlier in my life where I felt like I was stuck working shitty retail jobs while living in east TX. I was the kid everyone thought was going to grow up nice and straightlaced and have a job, spouse, kids, blah. You get the picture. When everyone else was smoking or underage drinking, I was working on getting scholarships. But I turned out to be the blackest sheep of them all, especially in my family. And it had to do with me up and leaving one day on a bus to Seattle from Huntsville TX. And I've been traveling off and on ever since. Sometimes I travel to avoid rejection. Step on someone's toes for too long or a town gets too old. But I also travel to find a better community to belong to. I lived in co-op situations, squatted in Amherst with a large group of anarchists, and even lived in a tent city. And I wonder if there is alternate reality where I'm still living in that same place in east TX. Would I have died of boredom?