Leaving town

Hello, and welcome to Friday. I have a true story, but today is Friday Fiction, so that story will have to wait until Monday. Until then, I wrote a short piece for my writers’ group this week. I hope you like it. See you at the end.

I put the rucksack into the backseat of the car. I had the rucksack, my car, and the clothes on my back to my name. Frankly, it was incredibly liberating.

I pulled onto the road and headed north—to Dublin or maybe even further afield. I hadn’t decided yet.

I turned up the music and just kept driving. This wasn’t some mad experiment about living off the grid. When I was hungry, I stopped for some food. When I needed petrol, I got some petrol. It turns out that selling all your material possessions amounts to a lot of money. How long would that last? It was working right now, and that’s all that mattered.

When people ask me why, I say it was just time. I didn’t want to make a big deal about it. The world was just a little too much. I didn’t want to leave this world. I just needed to leave this space. There is nothing wrong with protecting your peace. It needed to be done.

Again, in case you have any concerns, that was fictional. I want to go off the grid someday, but only for a weekend or something like that. Some retreat. That sounds like fun. I am just rambling now. Thank you for reading and for your time.