Far Far Away

I've always had this fantasy of going far away on a complete whim. You know, like just spontaneously pack up my bags and leave everything behind. It'd be an adventure. I'd go off to Europe or something. I wouldn't worry about school or bills or whatnot, I'd simply wander around for days, weeks, or months until I felt like it was time to go back. But I can't afford to be so carefree with my life. I have expectations to fulfill. Most, are not my own, I admit. They are the expectations my family and friends and even strangers have laid out for me. I'm supposed to graduate college with good grades. I'm supposed to get a good job. I'm supposed to get married, have kids, and then send my own kids to college. I'm supposed to be monetarily stable so that I can take care of my parents and brother. I'm supposed to do and be a lot of things. I don't mind some of them. I do want to be successful and I want to take care of my family, but sometimes I'm afraid that I'll never have the time to do the things I want. What if I never get to go to backpack through Europe? What if I never get to travel across Asia? I want to be more than what I am right now.