Escape
I feel a sort of mischievous, humorous joy for having managed to escape. Not exactly like after a robbery because I didn't rob anyone, but still with the peace of mind of having secured enough wealth to keep going for a bit.
I managed to escape pretty much everything – winter, city, studying, working, family, even most of my friends and their lives.
And it feels pretty good, but maybe only because I know that there is one thing I don't want to escape from.
And because I know that I can still go back to all that I escaped from. Everyone just accepts that I'm gone for a while.
It's like taking a long vacation, only that I don't call it that. This is simply my life right now.