The Carnival was in town this week. A few of my friends and I went, just like every year, and had a brilliant time. We bought cotton candy and deep fried donuts, paid ten dollars to play a game we knew we’d never win, rode the same rides over and over until our heads were spinning, and most importantly just enjoyed everything the Carnival has to offer. But if I could go back and do it all again tomorrow, there would be one last thing i’d like to do. My bags would be packed to the brim with shorts and sweaters and pants and socks, toothpaste and maybe a tooth brush or two, but lastly my phone and chargers would be left sitting on my bed. I wouldn’t say a single goodbye, just get up and leave without a trace. Don’t get me wrong, I love the people around me and the town I was brought up in, I just crave the adventure. Just think about it for a second. Traveling to a new city every week, meeting thousands of people a day, learning strangers stories and able to tell your own. Doesn’t it sound exciting? Maybe one day when i have the guts, or worked up the bravery, I’ll be willing to leave everything behind for just one year and live out this tiny fantasy of mine.