I can remember when I was a little girl, packing and running away from home. I know I didn’t get too far because I wasn’t allowed to cross the street by myself. Now that I can cross the street, I can’t decide where to go.

What you probably do not know, if you’ve not been following my writing, my biggest fear of aging is becoming isolated. People are like oxygen to me, without constant stimulation I am afraid I would die of boredom, or spend too much time talking to myself, and we know what happens if we get caught talking to ourselves, it is just a hop, skip and a jump to being put away.

Every once and awhile I have this fantasy of just disappearing and resurfacing somewhere else with a completely new identity, like Julia Roberts in Sleeping With the Enemy.Movies always make it seem so easy, get on a bus or a plane and just appear in a new city. You can become anyone you want, without these pesky grown kids, I could be any become age I want. A little plastic surgery and two hours a day in the gym and there goes fifteen years. I just have to make sure my back doesn’t flare up and I am good to go.

Then, there is the constant task of watching everything I say because I would have to forget fifteen years of history. Can’t say where I was when Oswald shot Kennedy,  I am not too clear on the War in Vietnam and I definitely can not remember when the Beetles arrived in NYC for the first time. Of course, this might become a moot point if my memory gets any worse, although I seem mostly to lose track of the last fifteen minutes not the first fifteen years.

Let’s get down to some real plans here. First where do I want to reappear? Italy, a real possibility. Great food, beautiful cities, diverse cultures but can I learn the language in two or three months. How about blending in with the masses in New York, for a million dollars I can buy a parking space and live in my car. New Orléans might be nice and far less expensive than New York.

A place on the beach in South Carolina, Kiowa Island, I think, smallish town, ocean, but more people noticing I just turned up with no past. This is becoming harder than I thought and I have yet to get to the really hard part. Where exactly do I get untraceable money to finance this adventure? New documents, passport, birth certificate, social security card, drivers license! How do I pick a new name? Have you tried opening a bank account lately, the minute they put in your info your entire life shows up on their screen.

Can I pick a famous name, like that guy who passed himself off as a Rockefeller for years, and wasn’t caught until he killed someone. Maybe I could become some long-lost branch of an obscure royal family in Europe, but that might involve speaking a foreign language. Could I be over thinking this idea?

Then there is the over arching problem with this whole deal, what about my Facebook Account? This is getting way too complicated, I’ll just have to stick with being me, for the time being, while I perfect this plan.