>>2444969I used to. Had two very good friends. One was highschool old bestie. Other was international guy I met while homeless/travelling around the coast. Bestie and I would sneak out of the house at night. His family adopted me after I was orphaned by terminal illness. I grew up super rural originally. Unconventional lifestyle. Was forced into town burbia, highschooling and general normal life after a whole upbringing off grid. So we'd sneak out, steal a pot, some food, packed our bags and just hid in some trees by the night. Set up shelter, have good drinks food and talk about stuff we were going to do. Turned 17 moved out permenantly and became drifter for a while. No home no job no education no family, long story short. But I did work. Got my own place. Travelled a lot more. Dated, existed. Hit 25 or so and every so often I would go with him and my international friend innacity. Would urbex with one, camp with the other and sometimes we'd each all do both. Got a gf and many years later I find he's become lazy. Drifted apart. hit weed way too much. Intenrational freind got lost over seas. Never got back. Still missing somewhere in Argentina. My bestie wrote less and less. Eventually work took over more of life than concern for old freinds. Survived. Got day to day. Now I'm older and most of my extended group have all faded away. I'm the only one who still camps and goes all over the place regularly. Don't even have to work all the time now and can take months to myself. Got the money, got the time got the life but somewhere in between it all lost the friends who got me motivated to start and share it with. I don't know where they are now, and I don't think they know where I am. After I moved that was the last tie. I'm gone. So are they. I think part of it is that they just wanted to do more for less. Somewhere along the way I just because on my own. I look back on those days and feel like the last survivor of some expedition that went wrong. One friend died.
