i want this adevnture.

I wanted to go on a silly adventure, a place where feels like a 2nd home, scrap that— I feel like a desert yearning for rain. I wanted to go out somewhere fun, a safespace where everything is left behind, like a currency that is forgotten and is at an exhibit with other currencies, but am I sure? thats a question I wasn't ready for, not even my dad wanted me to go on this adventure, he said it was too risky, too dangerous. But maybe thats how I wanted it to be, left alone, a challenging take, a place that feels like a whole new world. But is this a right choice? I asked them one more time, " can I go on this adventure? " and once again, No. I long for this adventure, I wonder, I went on to the adventure birds flying past me, maybe thinking " gosh what is she doing? " " humans are dumb " " she can't do it on her own " " why she left her family behind? " but I know they wont think that, their just birds. maybe this wasn't about adventures.