Who said running away from home is only for kids? When I was in the 4th grade I ran away from home. I only made it one block. At 44 I now have the resources to make it a little further, but guilt and responsibility have kept me put. I was thinking today, as I added up bills, checked plane fare to Cape Town and stared at my passport. What gives us that urge to flee? Like Julia Roberts in Runaway Bride, standing at the alter while her friends made bets on how long it would take her to bolt for the door. What makes some of us suck it up and fight through the hard times while others give up and walk away? And what exactly are you running from? Confucius said “No matter where you go, there you are.” So you can’t run from yourself. If you are the problem, well you are stuck with yourself and the problem. If money is your problem you are still going to be broke. You’ll just be broke in a new location. However, all of these things imply that running away is bad. There are times when running away can be a good thing.

I realized I’ve actually run away a few times. In 2005 I moved to Phoenix. I left my family, my boyfriend and my job and moved to a city where I’d never been and didn’t know a soul.  I loved it. I made friends who I still have to this day. I needed to grow up, leave Los Angeles and have an adventure. In 2007 I moved to Atlanta to live with my brother and start a business. Again, I’d only been once, really knew no one and had no idea what I was getting myself into. And I guess you could say I ran away when I quit the IRS and became an entrepreneur. So for me I haven’t run from I’ve run toward. So for me running away has been a positive experience in the past. Today, however, I feel like I want to run from responsibility. I’m tired of being responsible. I don’t want to pay bills. I’m tired of Chrysler calling me every morning to make an appointment because it’s time to turn in my Jeep. I don’t want to go to Costco. I don’t want to go to Mother’s Day brunch. I want to buy a one way ticket to Cape Town and take an Uber to the airport and never look back. I want to escape my life. I want to move away and become someone new. I want to be that American that lives in the cool flat in De Waterkant and hangs out on Long Street. But instead I went to Coffee Bean and got a caramel Ice Blended and worked on marketing material for SJC and I sat down and wrote this post. 🙂 And I’ll probably go to Costco next week and my cousin will guilt me into going to Mother’s Day brunch and the bills will get paid because whether I like it or not I am a responsible person. And trust me, I don’t like it.

One day I was driving down LaCienega and there was a (crazy) guy walking down the middle of the street. As soon as I passed him he walked behind my car, stopped and started taking off his clothes. He then just kept walking in and out of traffic. All of the cars had to weave in and around him. He just walked without a care in the world. Naked. Down LaCienega. All I could think is, “wow I’d love to be him.”  See, he wasn’t concerned with getting hit. We were all concerned with hitting him. He was fine. We were the ones thinking about car insurance and police reports and being late for work or picking up kids or dinner dates or whatever. Where did he have to be? Nowhere. No cares. No responsibilities. Naked on LaCienega. For a moment I was envious. Then I remembered the whole thing about him being crazy and homeless. But you get my point.

“You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today”. – Abraham Lincoln