During my life, people have always criticized me on my dreams. Every time I tell someone, they sort of give this smirk and clearly scoff. "Really? But isn't that like being homeless?"
No, it's not. In my life, I've actually never been able to call anything home. I was born in Bulgaria, then taken away to the UK. I can't call Bulgaria home, since every time I go to visit people call me a "visitor". I can't call the UK home either -- I don't really enjoy living here.
What people don't understand is that the only thing I call home is Earth, and no way can I "live" at this home if I don't see it. And right now, all I'm seeing are the polluted streets of London. It's horrible. I'd like to road trip around the USA (and occasionally different countries), and see what the Earth is really like. I don't want to face those ugly office-buildings and polluted canals every day of my life until I'm left to rot six feet underground. I want to explore. That's all I've ever wanted to do.
And if anyone thinks this is unusual or crazy, then okay. At least I won't be living a robotic 9-to-5 life. At least I'll be free.
The taste of freedom is not having a normal job. The taste of freedom is being able to go wherever you want, whenever you want. The taste of freedom is being able to drive 2,000 miles just for your favorite band's concert or to see the Grand Canyon just because you feel like it, and not have to tell your annoying boss.
And if it's the last thing I do, I'm going to prove to others I can do this, because I can. So help me God.
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