That’s the thing, I never felt like I was running away from something when we left. It was always the feeling of running with my hands over my head, flailing and screaming a battle cry at full speed towards something I’ve wanted since I’ve known it was something to want. Something I grew to love traveling all of those years, being anonymous in a new town. No expectations. Where you could leave behind the parts that weren’t you anymore. Where you didn’t have to pretend to be someone else to fit the norm you’ve out grown. Where you could become the person you’ve aspired to be.