I quit my job.

I met a beautiful, tall, dark, and handsome man who doesn't speak any English who I am running away with.

I used the last of my money to buy a plane ticket to Australia.

I have given all my possessions to charity.

I am leaving the country with a notebook, a pen, a good book, my dog and a change of underwear in my nap sack.

I plan on camping out on a beautiful desolate beach, philosophizing about how "the great mass of men live lives of quiet desperation" (kudos if you know who said that).

Look for me in a year or two when I win my first Pulitzer and my first Nobel prize.