i always worried that when i was older i would use traveling as a means of escape from problems. and when i had begun to tell myself that i was over that stage, that i could stand up and face everything, and be strong, here i see this golden oppurtunity in front of me, a plane ticket and a passport and a different side of the world. im trying to resist, to not use travel as a means of escape, but somethings snapping, and i think i might be happy to leave everything for a while. ill miss my good friends, and i hope everything gets worked out while im gone. i love you. and ill miss you. Traum von mir...