A Journey

 

    A new and open road.

    A thousand places to go.

    A new journey that hasn't yet been written.

    Most of us during our lives will take this unknown highway, and found ourselves in a place we could never have imagined. Whether by choice, or chance, it can be both frightening and wonderful.

    In a month or so, I will be taking a similar road out of my beloved and beautiful hometown, towards a city where I only know one person, and a home that will finally be my own.

    My situation at home has never been ideal. With a narcissistic mother, and an, often, manipulative father, I have been sheltered and kept from experiencing life as it was meant to be. Things have spiraled, keeping me from Instagram and the journey into bettering my writing. I've been abused, mentally, sometimes physically, leaned on to the point I nearly went bankrupt, and used as a buffer between a man and a woman that never should have married.

    Am I scared? Absolutely. Do I think that I might fail? Of course. I think that everyone experiences this at one point or another in their lives. I don't want to go all this way, and discover that everything they said was true, but I do have the fight in me to make my situation better. The alternative would be ending back at the gates of hell, and I know that this can never happen again.

    Will this be the only open road I will traverse? Probably not. My heart will always call to this city. It's where I was born, where my heart remains, where my family was laid to rest, and where I hope to be myself. However, there is a part of my life's story that is waiting outside this state as a whole, and I need to get out and experience what pleasures others have who came before me.

    Will I end up living in a camper van, traversing the wilderness in search of fresh herbs for an online store? Will I go to Bar Harbor, Maine, and become a saleswoman of fine tea blends? Maybe to Texas and have a farm where I can grow everything I have every wanted.

    Only the road knows.