escape

Last week, someone asked me what it is that drives me. I didn't know what to say. Is there something other than architecture that drives me? I searched my mind for hours thinking of what my passion was. I thought of all the movies that I had seen throughout the year, and then it hit me: the thing which drives me is the hope, the promise, that I can be anywhere but Here.
I told her that I liked to travel. She thought I meant something like going to Europe. But I really only wanted to die.