I'm 20 and I want to shout.

Every so often I feel I wasn't born in the right place or during the right time. I mean, sometimes I feel I really don't belong where I am at the moment. I tell myself that there has to be a place for me. A place where I'd feel a little more like myself, or where I'd know that others understand me better.
At the same time, I wonder if I'd ever belong in any place at all. Maybe this feeling of standing out, not being a part of any particular group will follow me all my life, no matter where I go. Who knows really. I mean, I will change, therefore the environment I'm in will change with me. I wonder often, if it's me who shapes the world around me, or is it the world around me that shapes me. I guess that's why I don't quite know who I am. Who am I ?
I feel the urge to travel. Maybe it's because I wanna run away from something..( myself maybe ) or if I want to find something. Or if I simply want to keep on moving, constantly, permanently, till the end of my days, like those caravans, travelling across the world, unpacking their things for the night, gone with the dawn, gone with the morning light. I don't know. Sometimes I feel, that I could just pack my stuff, and head out. Walk for days and weeks. I want to step out to an unknown place, where I'm still a stranger, a passer by, an explorer. A dreamer.

All I know is routine makes me ill. It kills me little by little. It does, really.