From the Adventures of Conchobar Greyjoy

What if I just got up and left.
Deserted everything I know.
Completely gone.

I guess everyone has dreamed of leaving everything behind at one point or another. When one's responsibilities crush down upon their world and they look for some sort of escape. It probably ends there for most people, when they realize the complete absurdity of abandoning modern society for a romanticized view of a nomadic lifestyle.  However, I am not most people.

I imagine myself leaving in the middle of the night, bags discreetly packed into my car already. I hastily write a note to my parents including all the formalities and 'I love you's, and then just like that I'm gone. At this point I see my fate spiraling into two different paths. The first route leads me to the airport. I walk up to the tired employees, receive an international flight ticket to France and the fly away into the sunset. From there I will join the French Foreign Legion under a pseudonym, Conchobar Greyjoy (because clearly that supersedes any other name that exists) and travel the world in a band of international adventure seekers, misfits, and men looking for a second chance. We'd travel the world, fighting France's battles for them. Clearly I'd make some very close friends that would set me up with job opportunities once I turned civilian after 5 years of fighting. I would proceed to live my life as a successful something-or-another surrounded with grizzled war veterans in France; the perfect life of luxury.

The other possible outcome starts with me making my way to my car when I hear a familiar noise, and turn to find that all my wildest dreams have come true. A dark blue Police Box from 1960s England sits oddly in my lawn. A 900 year old alien steps out of the box, and proceeds to lure me towards him with promises of "fish-fingers and custard" as well as various "cool" clothing accessories. He calls himself "the Doctor" and tells me that I am going to travel with him throughout time and space until I end up either dead, happily married, or in another dimension. Obviously I accept the offer, entering the TARDIS that I can now call home. That's the plan. I'd end up quite happy with my life of adventure, and then, like I never left, I would return to my home. Return the very night I left, only a few months gone by, having thousands of adventures under my belt. I'd unpack my bags and live out the rest of my life in peace, having gotten my fill of excitement.

I really, really just want to travel through all of space and time, with an eccentric ensemble of characters, battling against all the universes horrible creations, in an episodic format, inside a dark blue police box that's bigger on the inside.