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Welp, now is a good a time as any...
I hope someone has the patience to read this. I used to work here in picrel 2015 when i was 22 years old. I fantasized daily about winning the lotto and leaving in whatever method I wanted and going across the country to California or Arizona. My youth was wasted being stuck in bumfuck Huntsville.
I would deliberate whether I'd be humble and take the Greyhound, meeting all sorts of weird people along the way. Or maybe I'd take a plane, but use the cheapest option like Allegiant. Or maybe I'd take first/business class with Delta. Maybe I'd just drive and try to meet other millennials my age along the way, giving them each on million as incentive to stop training to be wagies and live their lives. We'd form a posse as we go across the country doing wild shit together, and maybe if we became close friends we'd go to Tomorrowland together. Maybe I'd take the Amtrak and remain in my suite the entire ride, stoically meditating on how to best invest and use my riches for the best benefit to myself and people I meet
'Scraping the edge of heaven' is the best way I can explain what I was doing. My mom was kind of a helicopter parent and didn't fuck off and let me do what I wanted. She would always be in my business and whenever I wanted to go to a concert. So I would make mini-excursions away from the house. Sometimes to Nashville, sometimes to Atlanta, and I'd be back before the day was over (she'd usually be calling my phone if I wasn't back by 9 pm). I would spend all day exploring all the options od travel, backpacking, couchsurfing, REI classes, rock climbing, urban exploration... so much i wanted to do.
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