Escape

Ever since I can remember I fantasized about running away. When I was little it was the classic "put all my shit into a knapsack and take off with a sandwich" type daydream. As an adult it become "don't show up to work, but keep on driving till I hit Disneyland." Now days it has turned into "keep driving till you hit Canada or Mexico."

I hate what the United States has become. We are an oppressed nation ruled by a nazi who is stripping away women's rights as fast as I can blink. Although we started wheeling that way long before the human cheeto was sworn in. Roe vs Wade was overturned right under a Democratic president's nose. And a female VP I might add. 

Women are second class citizens here. Of course I want to run away. I'm guessing most women with a half a brain are currently daydreaming about it if not actively planning it. 

I used to think about having a precious little beach house in Monterey, CA. One of my favorite places. I love the unique wildlife there and the weather. Then later it turned to thoughts of Hawaii. Having a cottage tucked in the rainforest with wild geckos climbing my walls. Steps from the beach of course where I could snorkel every day.

Now I just think about anywhere but here.

My husband doesn't get it. Never did. He's incredibly sensible, rooted, grounded, determined, practical and let's face it. An upper class white man who works a corporate job. The US is made for him and men like him. Men who just keep their nose to the grindstone for the sake of their family. Who have a beefy 401K because they planned ahead for retirement. And lucky for me, because I am not and have never been that type of person. I think of myself as a kite and he's the little boy holding my string. Without him I would have been sucked up by a storm or eaten by a tree for sure. 

But man do I like to soar. And from up here I can see the whole world, not just our little patch of sky.