i think running away can happen in your own city. you don't necessarily have to go somewhere. and going somewhere doesnt necessarily have to entail running away. i don't want to run away. i just want to expand. like a big balloon. but not in a physical fat way - i dont want to be fat. but who does. i want to expand my mind, my influence, my influences....
side note.
i love cheese. i do. it makes me happy. on crackers, pizzza, salad.... pasta...
good times.
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If you like cheese that much you may end up expanding like a balloon. Metaphorical self-expansion and your love a cheese should have been separated into two different blogs.
I have a friend in Toronto who always talked about staying in a hostel in town for about a week to get away from our home environment and meet different people. I asked her if she just wanted to make a new friend and she said yes.
aaawww! That's a great way to meet new people except when they ask where u live and u say toronto they say politely..."right, ok then. fun place, eh?" then u feel kinda like a stalker.
cheese makes me wet.
(that is officially the grossest thing i've said in a very long time)
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