Mom, Dad, I’m Leaving Again.

“I want to go hike the Appalachian Trail,”

I said reluctantly during dinner. I was fairly scared they were going to get mad at this statement. I’m not talking dropping-their-forks-in-shock-but-then-hearing-me-out-and-supporting-me kind of mad. I’m talking the full blown mad. The kind of mad that makes me feel guilty for wanting to leave. The kind of mad that keeps me at home. But I guess my crazy travel intentions are something they’re just used to by now.

“What are we going to say? No? You’re 23 now.” – Dad Masotta, quoted during a fish dinner. 

Right. 23. What a year, man.

So far I’ve been pretty stagnant and I can’t tell you how much that hurts me inside. You know when you start to feel like you’re failing yourself? All those hopes and aspirations you had! Where did they go?! I went to college and I wanted to use that to live a life of ceaseless exploration. But here I am, jobless, sleeping in my parents home every night, with nice dinners and blah blah blah. Not very different from most of my generation (except that actually they all have jobs or masters degrees and I’m supremely unemployed).

But this comfort is not something that rests well in my heart.

So, what to do? I can’t stand to look lazy. That’s simply the opposite of what I am! I crave adventure, movement, physical challenges! I’m dying to go back to work, but no company seems to want to hire me, despite how hard I try. What could possibly quench my thirst for adventure and intense focus?

Ah! I have an idea! I shall go hike the


Oh, maybe you’re wondering what my sweet mother said during my trail-announcement, since I didn’t quote her earlier.

“Really?! I HATE camping!” – Mom Masotta, quoted while finishing aforementioned fish dinner. 

I’m Therese Masotta, I have a little idea about what I’m doing with my life, and I am going to hike the Appalachian Trail.

This is as real as it gets, and if you’d like to see the reality of it every step of the way, follow my whale of a tale here on this very WordPress site. I’ve got a monster of a story coming from the depths of the woods and my mind, and I’d love to share it with you.



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