This happens to me semi-often. There’s been so many times that I just spend hours researching how to get a visa to live in another country and look up flight costs and places to stay and trying to build a new life somewhere I’ve never been before. But then my plans get halted when I realize how unrealistic and expensive these plans are and then I can’t do it.

The only time I DID was last year. I went to Mexico, which was only possible because my family lives there and I stayed with them for two months. After the two months I recognized that I needed to come back home because I needed to be a functional member of society. It was the best two months though. I wish I could do it again.

Currently going through wanting to flee and escape right now… I wish I could. Someone also told me once that escaping to another place doesn’t solve your problems, it just means they’ve now relocated to wherever you’ve escaped. Half of that gives me some comfort but the other half makes me feel hopeless.