Today it felt like someone drove me to a desert, pushed me out of the car and just drove away. No place to go, no one to meet and nothing to look forward to. I felt no sense of direction, no guidance and no solid ground to claim my own. Actually, I didn’t just feel like this today. I’ve felt like this every day for about a month. In January I talked about how I want to travel for a year. I want to EXPERIENCE life. See things that will startle me, feel things I’ve never felt before…yadda yadda yadda… I thought this whole “experience life and travel” thing was just a phase and that I’ll get over it and be normal again. I haven’t. In an unhealthy way, it’s been affecting me. I feel angry, jealous, upset. I feel trapped, confused, heartbroken. I don’t want to sound like a Moaning Myrtle, but I genuinely get mad when I think of how I’m 22, still live at home and nothing remotely adventurous has happend to me since I travelled to …