Gaelic for "freedom".
It's a funny thing, really.
Change is the key to freedom. Travel is the key to freedom.
Essentially, running away from containment, whether it be physical or emotional, leads fundamentally to freedom.
I tried to be free. I attempted to escape my containment. Here I am.
The only place I ever felt free was in a contained environment with the same people for 8 weeks consecutively. This is not freedom.
It took me 3 years to realize that running away to another place doesn't solve anything because here I am, ready to run once again.
I leave tomorrow. I'm enthused. Still, I can't reach a medium.
The contrast between country and city is ridiculously vast. I'm attempting to erase my life. All loose ties and flaky friendships: gone. All evidence of awkward life transitions or phases of extremities: gone. But I can't help but think that cutting myself free of these ties might leave me alone. If you break all the bonds you've made, how easy is it to make more?
I start college on monday. Every person in my program is a complete nob-head as far as I can tell thus far. I'm not so sure about anything anymore.
Who knows, sitting alone everyday for the rest of my life might not be that bad...
I might also meet someone who'll change my life again, sending my into a whirlwind fiasco of intense emotions where I'll have to change my life all over again.
Drastic? Maybe.
Helpful? Definitely.
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