Leaving on a jetplane

Have you ever had the yearning to leave that you couldn't sleep at night?

I need to leave.

Leaving something comes so naturally to me that it's not even funny. Back in university, if I started to feel sick or even have pangs of depression come over me, I don't hesitate to take the jeep and leave. If I don't feel like staying somewhere, I leave. If I wanted to go get something or do something, I leave. What makes it not funny is my ability to unhesitatingly leave. I don't care if I leave people and memories behind - because I will do so.

Everyone leaves. But this need to leave is slowly consuming me as every day I don't get a phone call, a text, an email, or a message from a human being; and being holed up in one place. 

I need to leave.

But where do I go? I can't say for sure. Last December, I had my fortune told by a old lady in one of the shadiest areas in my city. I paid her 100 bucks for 20 minutes or so of my so-called fortune. She told me I'd make it to whatever it was I was going to do, but staying here was only my stepping stone: I'd make my success abroad. 

The need to see places, experience new things, and interact with different people consumes me. Istanbul, Kuala Lumpur, Singapore, Hong Kong, Shenzhen, and Macau - these places took me out of my comfort zone and made me yearn to leave.

I yearn to see more. I need to leave.

I don't know what kind of future will be in store if I leave - but that's what's beautiful about uncertainty. It's idealistic of me to not care about stability, but if I have to ditch that to leave, then I am ready to leave it all behind.