What's your new beginning? Real or imaginary!

i would love to do the same thing, move the away, far far away. i just cant right now, dont have the funds or the resources to do so. soon, i may consider moving far north, but for now (coincidently..... im stuck in Toronto)
i just want to start everything fresh, leave all this hell behind. I even wish I could erase huge chunks of my memory, but thats being a little to hopeful.

good for you man, I wish you the best of luck in your new start.

 

I'd move out of my home town. Kinda got stuck here for college since out of state tuition is so expensive.. Not that I'm unhappy here, it would just be nice to experience something completely different and new.

 

Similar to your new start. Except I hopped a plane and moved halfway across the planet. I'm not sure what it was that I initially expected to come of my one-way ticket, but I ended up finding a better life than I ever could have imagined.

 

Within the next couple years I'm going to make my way out to the west coast, then im either going to hop on a ship or a plane, and start my journey.

No destination in mind, just see where life takes me. I'm searching for that place to call home. I'll get there and fall in love with the place instantly and say to myself "this is home."

Whether I come home from there or not is another story. Once I leave Canada, I don't exactly plan on coming back.

 

I've roamed most of the U.S. visited Canada and Mexico, albeit stayed in Canada a lot longer compared to the two hours "This will turn into a fight if I don't leave" in Mexico.

My new beginning would almost certainly be taking us back to the frontier days of old, everything was so much more pure than.

 

As soon as I've got enough money and I'm in the position career/moneywise, I'm getting the fuck out of this country and starting again. Apart from a few close friends and my immediate family, I'm going to have a completely fresh start.

 

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Happy trails bro.

 

It was too late to call up for a cab or anything, so I walked the whole way to the
station. It wasn't too far, but it was cold as hell, and the snow made it hard for walking,
and my Gladstones kept banging hell out of my legs. I sort of enjoyed the air and all,
though. The only trouble was, the cold made my nose hurt, and right under my upper lip,
where old Stradlater'd laid one on me. He'd smacked my lip right on my teeth, and it was
pretty sore. My ears were nice and warm, though. That hat I bought had earlaps in it, and
I put them on--I didn't give a damn how I looked. Nobody was around anyway.
Everybody was in the sack.

I was quite lucky when I got to the station, because I only had to wait about ten
minutes for a train. While I waited, I got some snow in my hand and washed my face
with it. I still had quite a bit of blood on.

Usually I like riding on trains, especially at night, with the lights on and the
windows so black, and one of those guys coming up the aisle selling coffee and
sandwiches and magazines. I usually buy a ham sandwich and about four magazines. If
I'm on a train at night, I can usually even read one of those dumb stories in a magazine
without puking. You know. One of those stories with a lot of phony, lean-jawed guys
named David in it, and a lot of phony girls named Linda or Marcia that are always
lighting all the goddam Davids' pipes for them. I can even read one of those lousy stories
on a train at night, usually. But this time, it was different. I just didn't feel like it. I just
sort of sat and not did anything. All I did was take off my hunting hat and put it in my
pocket.

All of a sudden, this lady got on at Trenton and sat down next to me. Practically
the whole car was empty, because it was pretty late and all, but she sat down next to me,
instead of an empty seat, because she had this big bag with her and I was sitting in the
front seat. She stuck the bag right out in the middle of the aisle, where the conductor and
everybody could trip over it. She had these orchids on, like she'd just been to a big party
or something. She was around forty or forty-five, I guess, but she was very good looking.
Women kill me. They really do. I don't mean I'm oversexed or anything like that--
although I am quite sexy. I just like them, I mean. They're always leaving their goddam
bags out in the middle of the aisle.

Anyway, we were sitting there, and all of a sudden she said to me, "Excuse me,
but isn't that a Pencey Prep sticker?" She was looking up at my suitcases, up on the rack.
"Yes, it is," I said. She was right. I did have a goddam Pencey sticker on one of
my Gladstones. Very corny, I'll admit.
"Oh, do you go to Pencey?" she said. She had a nice voice. A nice telephone
voice, mostly. She should've carried a goddam telephone around with her.
"Yes, I do," I said.
"Oh, how lovely! Perhaps you know my son, then, Ernest Morrow? He goes to
Pencey."
"Yes, I do. He's in my class."
Her son was doubtless the biggest bastard that ever went to Pencey, in the whole
crumby history of the school. He was always going down the corridor, after he'd had a
shower, snapping his soggy old wet towel at people's asses. That's exactly the kind of a
guy he was.
"Oh, how nice!" the lady said. But not corny. She was just nice and all. "I must
tell Ernest we met," she said. "May I ask your name, dear?"
"Rudolf Schmidt," I told her. I didn't feel like giving her my whole life history.
Rudolf Schmidt was the name of the janitor of our dorm.
"Do you like Pencey?" she asked me.
"Pencey? It's not too bad. It's not paradise or anything, but it's as good as most
schools. Some of the faculty are pretty conscientious."
"Ernest just adores it."
"I know he does," I said. Then I started shooting the old crap around a little bit.
"He adapts himself very well to things. He really does. I mean he really knows how to
adapt himself."
"Do you think so?" she asked me. She sounded interested as hell.
"Ernest? Sure," I said. Then I watched her take off her gloves. Boy, was she lousy
with rocks.
"I just broke a nail, getting out of a cab," she said. She looked up at me and sort of
smiled. She had a terrifically nice smile. She really did. Most people have hardly any
smile at all, or a lousy one. "Ernest's father and I sometimes worry about him," she said.
"We sometimes feel he's not a terribly good mixer."
"How do you mean?"
"Well. He's a very sensitive boy. He's really never been a terribly good mixer with
other boys. Perhaps he takes things a little more seriously than he should at his age."
Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a goddam
toilet seat.

I gave her a good look. She didn't look like any dope to me. She looked like she
might have a pretty damn good idea what a bastard she was the mother of. But you can't
always tell--with somebody's mother, I mean. Mothers are all slightly insane. The thing
is, though, I liked old Morrow's mother. She was all right. "Would you care for a
cigarette?" I asked her.
She looked all around. "I don't believe this is a smoker, Rudolf," she said. Rudolf.
That killed me.
"That's all right. We can smoke till they start screaming at us," I said. She took a
cigarette off me, and I gave her a light. She looked nice, smoking. She inhaled and all, but she didn't wolf the smoke
down, the way most women around her age do. She had a lot of charm. She had quite a
lot of sex appeal, too, if you really want to know.
She was looking at me sort of funny. I may be wrong but I believe your nose is
bleeding, dear, she said, all of a sudden.

I nodded and took out my handkerchief. "I got hit with a snowball," I said. "One
of those very icy ones." I probably would've told her what really happened, but it
would've taken too long. I liked her, though. I was beginning to feel sort of sorry I'd told
her my name was Rudolf Schmidt. "Old Ernie," I said. "He's one of the most popular
boys at Pencey. Did you know that?"
"No, I didn't."
I nodded. "It really took everybody quite a long time to get to know him. He's a
funny guy. A strange guy, in lots of ways--know what I mean? Like when I first met him.
When I first met him, I thought he was kind of a snobbish person. That's what I thought.
But he isn't. He's just got this very original personality that takes you a little while to get
to know him."
Old Mrs. Morrow didn't say anything, but boy, you should've seen her. I had her
glued to her seat. You take somebody's mother, all they want to hear about is what a hotshot their son is.
Then I really started chucking the old crap around. "Did he tell you about the
elections?" I asked her. "The class elections?"

She shook her head. I had her in a trance, like. I really did.
"Well, a bunch of us wanted old Ernie to be president of the class. I mean he was
the unanimous choice. I mean he was the only boy that could really handle the job," I
said--boy, was I chucking it. "But this other boy--Harry Fencer--was elected. And the
reason he was elected, the simple and obvious reason, was because Ernie wouldn't let us
nominate him. Because he's so darn shy and modest and all. He refused. . . Boy, he's
really shy. You oughta make him try to get over that." I looked at her. "Didn't he tell you
about it?"
"No, he didn't."

I nodded. "That's Ernie. He wouldn't. That's the one fault with him--he's too shy
and modest. You really oughta get him to try to relax occasionally."
Right that minute, the conductor came around for old Mrs. Morrow's ticket, and it
gave me a chance to quit shooting it. I'm glad I shot it for a while, though. You take a guy
like Morrow that's always snapping their towel at people's asses--really trying to hurt
somebody with it--they don't just stay a rat while they're a kid. They stay a rat their whole
life. But I'll bet, after all the crap I shot, Mrs. Morrow'll keep thinking of him now as this
very shy, modest guy that wouldn't let us nominate him for president. She might. You
can't tell. Mothers aren't too sharp about that stuff.
"Would you care for a cocktail?" I asked her. I was feeling in the mood for one
myself. "We can go in the club car. All right?"
"Dear, are you allowed to order drinks?" she asked me. Not snotty, though. She
was too charming and all to be snotty.
"Well, no, not exactly, but I can usually get them on account of my heighth," I
said. "And I have quite a bit of gray hair." I turned sideways and showed her my gray hair. It fascinated hell out of her. "C'mon, join me, why don't you?" I said. I'd've enjoyed
having her.

"I really don't think I'd better. Thank you so much, though, dear," she said.
"Anyway, the club car's most likely closed. It's quite late, you know." She was right. I'd
forgotten all about what time it was.
Then she looked at me and asked me what I was afraid she was going to ask me.
"Ernest wrote that he'd be home on Wednesday, that Christmas vacation would start on
Wednesday," she said. "I hope you weren't called home suddenly because of illness in the
family." She really looked worried about it. She wasn't just being nosy, you could tell.
"No, everybody's fine at home," I said. "It's me. I have to have this operation."
"Oh! I'm so sorry," she said. She really was, too. I was right away sorry I'd said it,
but it was too late.

"It isn't very serious. I have this tiny little tumor on the brain."
"Oh, no!" She put her hand up to her mouth and all. "Oh, I'll be all right and
everything! It's right near the outside. And it's a very tiny one. They can take it out in
about two minutes."

Then I started reading this timetable I had in my pocket. Just to stop lying. Once I
get started, I can go on for hours if I feel like it. No kidding. Hours.

We didn't talk too much after that. She started reading this Vogue she had with
her, and I looked out the window for a while. She got off at Newark. She wished me a lot
of luck with the operation and all. She kept calling me Rudolf. Then she invited me to
visit Ernie during the summer, at Gloucester, Massachusetts. She said their house was
right on the beach, and they had a tennis court and all, but I just thanked her and told her I
was going to South America with my grandmother. Which was really a hot one, because
my grandmother hardly ever even goes out of the house, except maybe to go to a goddam
matinee or something. But I wouldn't visit that sonuvabitch Morrow for all the dough in
the world, even if I was desperate.

 

I'll become the next Lana Del Rey xXx
You guys should start talking to me now before I become famous

 

That story is Holden's from The Catcher in the Rye

 

If I could start over?

I would move to colorado after completing four years of college and saving up a good amount of money. Once I have my own place I would immediatly begin growing the 6 plants I can now legally grow. I would get involved in the marijuana industry and work at a dispensary or as a marijuana delivery driver. Also, I would do volunteer work for any organizations working to progress legalization that I can find.

 

I moved out 2 days after graduating high school, at 17, from VA to Norcal. My parents had just died, and I was taken in by my aunt and uncle. The thought of spending the summer before I started college with them was horrifying, as they're quite religious.

So, I packed my bags, bought a plane ticket and left. Just me and the $9000 I had saved up working all 4 years of high school. Stayed with a cousin in Los Angeles for a couple of weeks, and then he helped me find a place in Arcata, near Humboldt State, where I would be attending school. It was quite overwhelming at first. I didn't know anybody, and I have paranoid schizophrenia, so that tends to make daunting things a bit more overwhelming to me. But, I made it, and 8 years later it is still the best decision I have ever made.

I often think of changing my name, getting new documents, and moving to another country. No link to my past, and nobody to recognize me. A new life. The ultimate adventure. But, that probably won't be for many more years.

 

So I moved out of my ex-boyfriends house(been together for a year and a half), I'm back in NJ now(FML). I now have a job in a company that has endless opportunities for me. I plan on getting a personal trainer on Friday, and eventually moving to Colorado. So It'll be my revenge body in a new city, so I can has a fresh start in life.

 

I'd love to drop out of college. ideally I'd want to get far away from my hometown (which is about 15 mins from my college) because it's so small and everyone knows everyone, but at the same time I really like the land/nature i live on/around, just sick of the people and conditions. I'd really just like to maybe travel west, get any job that pays enough, just sort of lay low, get really in shape so I have self esteem, make a lot of art. maybe even if there was some sort of art education out there, not like college/uni, but just art classes, since I know there are a lot of artists in the western area who make money off of classes. I am so miserable/anxious in college and I am unmotivated but no-one would want me to leave. At the same time I am gaining nothing from it because I am unmotivated and also horribley unsocial so I don't even make friends. it all feels pretty pointless to me.
maybe not at the same time but i've also thought it would be cool to have a self-sustaining farm, like being able to support myself and also sell other stuff. get a bunch of goats or cows and produce yogurt, milk, soap, etc sell it to people, and have a garden, and fields to hay. and maybe make other things. I'd like to learn woodworking and be able to build anything i'd like. I've even thought of going off in the woods behind my house and trying to build a cabin. This is what annoys me because when I do things I like i generally submerge myself in them completely and learn everything and get excited and do things, but here in college i have never felt more stagnant in my life.

so yeah I say good luck on your adventures. i wish I was as gutsy at times

 

Get out of this town, move to legal state, get medical card with my diagnosed severe depression, go to dispensary, buy a some very dank fuckin weed, and work and smoke forever.

 

I moved away from the east coast to so cal and it was a great choice

I had a lot of friends mixed up in some stupid activities.
Some were in jail rehab or dead.

I finished 75% of a bachelors degree that I am going to finish up in the next few years and have some viable job opportunities.

Had I stayed around I would have been absolved in the dead end activities my friends were actively participating in.

Cheers blades,
There is always light

 

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