sometimes I get the urge to run.  not like physical activity run (that would just be silly…) but to go somewhere.  to run away.  and by urge, I mean that feeling where I have to physically hold myself back, otherwise I’ll go.  somewhere really far away, and really random.  but why??  there isn’t anything here that scares me or is threatening me.  I actually like it here.  I love the people in my life, and where I live, and I have a great job, and I like all of my classes…. why do I get the urge to just go??

I’m not trying to run to anywhere specific either.  I mean, I do miss home sometimes, but I talk to my family enough.  and I go there every few months anyway.  I would probably drive in the opposite direction as home if I had the chance.

but here’s the really weird thing.  I don’t ever want to pack, or take anything with me.  I don’t want anyone to know I’m leaving either.  I just want to up and go.  at a random time.  in the middle of the week probably.  and just be gone for a little while.  I never have the intention to not come back.  maybe all afternoon, or even a few days at most.

I really don’t know why I get this way… but I’ve been thinking… I think it has less to do with me going somewhere new, and more to do with everyone else being here without me.  them seeing if there’s a difference.  for that time that I’m gone would anyone know?  would anything even change?

I wonder….