Safe Haven

We all need to run and hide from time to time.
I find that people all have their own reasons to feel this way - maybe said person doesn't have any reliable friends, maybe said person has an unstable family, or maybe said person has great inner turmoil.
I think my desire to escape comes from simply feeling inferior, behind, and different.
There's all these expectations we're set up against, and I for one can't keep up with some of them, or don't even want to abide to others!
I'm 18 years old, and I feel my peers are speeding ahead of me, leaving me in the dust to pick up my papers before I can start walking slowly behind them again. Now does this make me a failure? Most would say. But some believe, including me, that I'm just slow.

This is why I need to get away at times. I need to fulfill the very common desire to "get away from it all".

With all of this in mind, the desire to escape being common, I can't believe I found such a perfect place for myself. Picture a beautiful field, tall and lively grass, all surrounding a lone, vacant, one roomed shed. When I first visited, I was almost certain this was a place lots of people knew of and visited. But, as I stayed there alone, silent, and undisturbed for several hours, I got the idea that maybe nobody else knew of this place. I wanted to be certain that I could call this place my own, so I needed to test for others company in the upcoming days (until my next visit) somehow. Conveniently, I had a dollar with me, so I set the dollar down on the center of a beaten-up table along one of  the walls. It was out in the open, so anyone who spent merely minutes in the house would notice it. I left then left the shed in hopes the dollar would still be there to greet me on my next minute. I wanted George Washington's portrait to greet me with a "The shed's all yours, Kenneth!"

This was four days ago. Today, I went back to the shed, and to my surprise the dollar was still there. If someone else had visited, they almost certainly would have taken it. If there were several people who visited, it would be gone for sure. But there it remained, and there I left it.

I get the feeling that the dollar will be there yet again the next time I visit. I get the feeling that I have found the greatest safe haven possible.