Left home when I’d just turned 17 and it was the best decision I ever made, especially when looking back at how much harder my sisters had it staying. Being broke and homeless was tough, but I’ve come out far less messed up mentally.
By chance, I’m actually heading back to my mum’s for the first time in ten years tomorrow to pick up my littlest sister without my mum’s knowledge, which is guess is a bit like a more organised run away.
I was 27 when I did, soooo… I could pretty much sustain myself…
When I was about 9 I packed a bag full of things so I could run away from home. Ever the hoarder, the bag was bigger than I was, and packed to bursting.
I stashed it in a downstairs cupboard, waiting for my mother to leave the house so I could make my escape. When the time came, I dragged it past my unimpressed sister who was watching TV in the sitting room, and out the door. Halfway down the street I realised I hadn’t planned this very well, and dragged it back home and unpacked everything.
I remain an overpacking hoarder to this day, but I never tried running away again.
Never!!! I left my parents when I was 13 and it’s been uphill since!
Ran away from home when I saw younger. Walked about a few miles. Regretted it pretty much instantly but was scared to stop at my grandma’s work to ask for a ride home. On the way there some guy pulled over and asked me if I wanted a ride. I’m so lucky he didn’t grab me or worse and just drove off. My grandma saw me walking home and picked me up. Cops were outside looking for me. I didn’t get in much trouble, but I didn’t need to because that was the worst decision of my life and my family realized how much I regretted doing it.