It has been said here that everyone is running away from something or someone, which is why they ended up here, far away in a new place, starting over. To be fair, that is true for most people and bits and pieces of me feel that way sometimes, but to be honest, I wasn’t and I’m still not running away. I don’t like the idea that the only reason I moved here was to escape problems and forget about past transgressions. I have made my peace with the parts of me I’m not terribly fond of and let go of the painful memories and people of my past, they don’t scare me anymore, they don’t hurt me any longer. I love my home and I love my family; if it weren’t for them I wouldn’t be half the person I am today and I wouldn’t have been able to do all the amazing things I have done. I don’t think it’s fair to say that everyone who is moving, traveling, exploring, and searching is running from something, or to something for that matter. While at times my past is not always welcomed, I still love it, it made me the person I am and got me where I am today. I’m also not running to anything, I’m 21, I hardly know what I want. I know I want to be happy, I would like to make my family proud, but outside those two goals, it’s hard for me to say what I want. I’m not running into the future because it will come soon enough and I’m sure as hell not running from the past, because it can no longer belittle me. I suppose you could say I’m in limbo, a rather lovely limbo at that. I am only 21, sometimes I feel older and think I should be doing more, achieving more, creating a life for myself, but then I have to remember I’m only 21, t w e n t y o n e. So, for now I am in my little limbo and I couldn’t be happier here, I enjoy more, I love more, and I live more.