You know the one thing I can't stand about being a teenager, the lack of adventure, the lack of freedom. Being young is great, to be honest I'm scared of growing up, but I'm hungry for bigger things than this small town.
Imagine this, if someone came up to you with a backpack and a one way ticket to your favorite city in the world, would you take it? What would you fill that bag with? Where would you go? Where would you stay?What would you do whilst you were away? Would you come back? COULD you come back?
Me, I'm forever full of worries and anxieties, I would worry the train would crash, or I would get stabbed, or my family would die whilst I was away. Why am I having deja vu whilst writing this? Because these are thoughts constantly running through my head, thoughts I can't seem to shake, I am a huge worrier. But that being said I also constantly worry about missing chances, so for that reason I probably would take the bag and the ticket and run.
I would probably stuff the backpack with music, a note book, pens and a camera and hop on the first train. I would obviously forget all the practicalities, classic Molly. Where would I be going? I have no idea. I guess most people can put their finger on a map and say "That is my favorite city." But I can't, for two reasons, first reason being I love cities, I love new people and new faces and new buildings and I'm an adventure addict so I can't pick a favorite! My second reason, a slightly more embarrassing one, I have no idea how to read maps! So either that ticket would be a world tour or a surprise!
Now no journey is complete without a sound track, and if I could only take one album it would have to be "Ashes" by Kyla La Grange. This woman is a freak of nature, how can someone have such a haunting voice? This album is beautiful and would definitely be my adventure sound track.
Imagine it, a complete unknown, unplanned adventure, on your own. Huge opportunities, but also huge risks. Would you grab it with both hands or run like it was the plague?
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