On November 13, 2015 I ran away from home… kind of. I was 23 and moved to Minnesota. Bonnie (my Ford Focus), 4 boxes, 2 lamps, 1 TV, and 1 Guitar and a dream ventured off to the frigid north. I ran away from home, and now I live the dream I never knew I had.
Here’s what no one told me about running away from home:
You’re going to learn who you are, and you might not like it.
You’ll have a lot of time to think and reflect on the person you are and the person you want to me. You’re going to have to tell people who you are because no one knows you. Every. Single. Day. The more times you say the same who you, the more annoyed with yourself you will get.
At least, that’s how it was for me me. I realized the more I talked about myself, the more things I wanted to change about myself. I learned I’m pushy and soft spoken at the same time, which is weird. I also have a tendency to be cynical and negative and will tell you how I feel about something whether you ask or not. (Side note: If you’re planning on moving to passive aggressive Minnesota, this is not recommended.)
I’m not my biggest fan of these tendencies, but running away has helped them come to the surface and now I’m working on them. There are a lot of things I love about myself that I would share, but I leaned I brag about myself a lot also. ;)
You’re going to be lonely – like real lonely.
When I moved to Minneapolis, I only knew 4.5 people. I thought that was really cool. I could make new friends in a new place. I was excited. And I have. I’ve made some new friends in a new place, but it has taken waaaaaaaaaaay (extra “a’s” added for emphasis) longer than I expected. Like sit on my couch sometimes and ask myself if I’ll ever have friends again longer. Like watch Netflix a lot not because I want to, but because if I talk to TV like a crazy person it’s like I have someone to talk to longer.
Here’s the part where I’m supposed to tell you it’ll get better and you won’t be lonely forever, but I don’t know if that’s true yet. If it changes, I’ll let you know.
You’re going to idolize your past.
Every so often, when you’re sitting in your apartment alone, you’ll think about all of the great times you had at home with your old friends, and your old job, and your old life. It will be this dream world where everything was great and there was no drama and you loved everything – this is a lie you’re telling yourself. Sorry. When you look back, you’ll only see the good parts because you feel bad. You won’t remember how your friends were the worst sometimes, how you hated your job, and how your life was a mess. You’re going to idolize your past, but remember your future is so much brighter than your past could ever be. Which brings me to the next thought:
Your baggage comes with you.
Whether you like it or not, your baggage comes with you and it’s more than the 4 boxes you brought with you. Just because you didn’t pack it, doesn’t mean it isn’t coming. You will have to deal with it, but it’s okay. People give baggage a bad wrap, but it’s part of what makes you who you are. Who you are today is the sum of the baggage you carried yesterday. You’re great right now, and it’s because of what has happened to you. So deal with it as it comes and then move on. #MajorKey
You should do it.
Whatever your reasons for running away from home, you follow them. Run as fast as you can. Follow your dreams. Go after what you want. Listen to your heart. Jump ship. Do whatever it is that burning inside of you.
It will be eye opening. It will be lonely. It will be frustrating. You will cry. You will laugh. You will be uncomfortably awkward. You will question everything. You will want to leave. You will pack your bags to go back. You will never be the same and you’re be forever grateful you aren’t. So do it. Take the dive.
What’s stopping you?