Travelling Stretch Marks

Many great things can be told of travelling, but few tell you of the bad things that can come out of it as well. You begin to travel and along your travels you run into many people, most you forget almost right away but you run into those you remember and which take longer to fade from your memory. Than there are those you wish you'd forget but can't and than you have your really deep connections. Friendships are forged along these travels and now it's time to part ways, really shitty feeling to have to say goodbye and not know when the next time you'll be able to see that person again will be. People who lead a traveling lifestyle accept early on that most of the road they choose to travel on is walked alone. No one to accompany you but yourself which is fine until you've built friendships all over and now can't decide to stay anywhere because you've spread your love and happiness out so far that it can't be focused into one point anymore. At least I think it would be something like that.

I've been building this big epic idea in my head that one day I'm going to get up and leave this super capitalistic society i've been brought up in and trade it for a far more simple form but I haven't got a clue where to begin. I've done some reading but actually taking steps to seperate yourself is much harder than it seems. Especially when you have to figure a way to get out while in; i don't really know out or inside of what but we'll leave that rabbit hole for another day.