Oh babe, yes. Yes all the time! This is pretty common, wanderlust. Whenever I am unhappy with my environment I burrow into my own head and stop talking to people and go explore.
If anything it’s gotten worse for me as I get older, but that’s because I deal with more serious shit as I’ve gotten older. Like when I was getting harassed at my old dorm. I mean, I’d never dealt with such sexism or homophobia before then, everywhere I’ve lived before then has been good to me. But I dealt with people who said to my face they don’t believe I have the right to marry the girl I love if I wanted, and that gays are a disease (well that was my mom sayin it lol) and made gay suicide jokes and barricaded me into my dorm and I had to live with these people and no one thought that was wrong. Before then I dealt with just typical bullying in middle school or whatever, which did drive me into severe depression and I probably still have suicide notes from then piled up somewhere but it wasn’t as bad as last year. Last year was the worst year of my life.
It was also probably one of the most prolific creative moments in my life and made me come into myself. Even though it sucked, it made me a survivor.
It doesn’t get better as you get older. Age doesn’t dictate wisdom, it’s only if you learn from your experience and your survival that makes it better. The more you learn from the past the more you’re prepared for a shit storm.
