I want to go on a roadtrip. I want to get lost. I want to wake up somewhere and find myself on an alien planet with people walking to and fro on their own errands and none of them know me. I've been thinking about this for a while. No, not the "I want to run away" kind of fantasy. But maybe it is. One of my friends told me recently about his adventures in Australia after he dropped out of his second semester of college. College just wasn't for him, I guess. Anyway, he went to Australia and only planned on staying there for two weeks. He ended up living there for a year.

Let me digress for a second. The difference between staying somewhere and living somewhere. Staying somewhere implies that there's a chance of not staying at that place anymore. Living somewhere implies that one has already invested time and money and energy into creating a niche in this "somewhere" in which they are living. My friend only wanted to stay in Australia. He ended up living there. Have I stayed in Pennsylvania? Or have I lived here? I don't know.

Anyway, I asked how he survived because he told me he was broke in Australia. My friend spent nights on the street or in hostels doing odd jobs here and there. I was talking to Kevin about this and Kevin made a really interesting comment, "I don't think we're that kind of people." Yes, I guess it does take a certain kind of person to survive in a foreign country for a year. And I always hoped I was that kind of person. But I'm not so sure.

I still want to go on a roadtrip though. I wish I had friends living across the United States so I could visit each one of them and stay at their places as I tour the heck out of this country. I'd bring Deanna along. And anyone else who would like to pay for gas and help drive. Or has a better car. I would take tons of pictures. Maybe even film some stuff. Make a documentary out of it. I'd get millions. Of dollars, that is. Hopefully. But it all begins with one small step.

I was talking to my mother today. I told her about the chance that I might not get into pharmacy school. She told me that she was thinking of moving to California. I felt relieved. Instead of feeling lost or whatever. I then told her about my plans of moving out with Deanna. She seemed okay with it. I mean, I'm going to have to move out anyway because there won't be a house in which I could stay/live in, right?

Where am I to stay? Where am I to live?