I left a note on the kitchen table:
"I love you all, but I don't know if I'll be home again. Don't try to reach me, because there are no phones where I'm going. Don't worry, I won't be completely alone, I have a companion. He and I are leaving our homes-our comfort zones-to be a part of something bigger than ourselves. I hope you understand.
P.S. I hope you don't mind that I took the tent."
And every word was true. Well, almost. I wasn't really leaving my "comfort zone", I was finally finding it. And although the phrase "something bigger than ourselves" suggests a sort of noble crusade, we weren't going to save the world. On the contrary, we were saving each other. We were both getting back to the one thing we truly loved - the one place where we could feel comfortable - and we were doing it the only way we knew how- a completely random spur-of-the-moment escape. And we WERE escaping. We were escaping from boredom and monotony and just the confines of a society that neither of us belonged in. You see, we are not "people" people. In fact, the more cut off from the "real world" we are, the better we feel. So we were going to the last place anyone would look for civilization - a real deserted island. We were getting back to nature, for nature is the one place we both feel completely at home in. Which is why I brought a tent. We both agree that the best way to fall asleep is with the rain beating a lullaby on the rainfly of your tent. Although if the weather is nice, I fully intend to sleep under the stars.
Anyway, I don't think that I will be leaving the island once I get there. Why would I leave a place that feels as if it was made for me? Besides, I don't really need much more than what I have there: gorgeous scenery, fantastic company, and utter isolation.
As I wake from my dream, I smile. This "island fantasy" has become my favorite reccurring dream. However, I drift off to sleep with a heavy heart, for I know that the only place my fantasy will be reality is in my dream world.