annet-50331903 @annet-50331903
I've been a wanderer for what feels like forever. I never really had a home or family that felt like mine. My parents were always distant and cold to me. They'd fight all the time when I was a kid, and it made me feel like I didn't belong anywhere. So I started leaving when I was 17 - just packed a bag and took off one night after another argument with my mom. I've been on the road ever since, always looking for someplace to fit in but never finding it.
Sometimes I'd stay in towns for weeks or even months at a time if they felt right, but usually I'd be gone within a few days. I liked the freedom of moving around and not having to worry about anyone else's expectations of me. But there are times when I get lonely - really lonely - and that's when it gets hard to keep going.
I've had some bad experiences too, of course. Like the time I was mugged by three guys in a deserted alleyway or the night I got caught up in some sketchy situation with a guy who turned out to be married. But despite all that, I'd rather live on my own terms than ever go back to being trapped in someone else's idea of what I should be doing with my life.
I've been thinking about settling down for real this time though - maybe find a place where I can put down roots and feel like part of the community. It would take some getting used
