52 Times People Couldn’t Bear It Anymore, Packed Their Bags And Left Everything Behind

I lived in Massachusetts.I lost my girlfriend in a car crash in 2002 that we were both in. People were terrible in the aftermath. I joined the navy in 2004. Moved entirely across the country on the Navy's dime. Found a local woman. Got married. Bought a house. Left the Navy after 4 years. Started a career. Had a kid. Had a band. Advanced in our careers. Sold our house, and got a bigger nicer one. Now I play in two bands. My wife's brother is perhaps my closest friend. My wife and son are my greatest joy and inspiration. 




I'm living my best life, and am so happy and lucky. I never thought I'd be like a dandelion seed that the winds took so very far. But I'm so incredibly grateful for my path. .

Reconnected with a guy I grew up with during Covid. He was in jail but it was just phone calls, never sent him any money. Fell madly in love with him. He was about to get out on parole after doing 4 years, and I was still homeless (10+ years), so I wanted to get my life together for when he got out.

My sister had recently moved to NC, so she came back up to CT to get me, and off I went. Got clean cold turkey, got a job, travelled back home a few times to visit him while also saving up to move back home so we could get a place.

8 months later, literally the next day after my last visit, he's not answering my calls, not texting me, nothing. Finally talk, he needs space. (Eyeroll)

I find out via Facebook that he met someone else and moved right in with her about a month after my final trip. I had been single for about 6 years before him after a hugely toxic relationship, swore never again, loved dope more than anything in the world, wouldn't give it up for anyone or anything.

In April it'll be 3 years since I moved here, 2 since he dumped me, and it's gotten easier but I'm still heartbroken, homesick AF, still trying to save up for a car and maybe one day be able to go home. But...I'm clean, got my license again, I've moved up to shift manager at my job, have a bed to sleep in every night, a roof over my head, and in about 2 weeks I'll be turning 46... never thought I'd make it past 40. .

I met a guy in an online game. Was out of work and not doing the best so when he said I should come visit and he was willing to pay for the ticket I flew from Arizona to Switzerland to meet him. The first time I sat across a table from him I knew I was going to marry him. That initial visit was a month and as soon as I got back to the US, I set about putting my affairs in order and moved to Switzerland with nothing but would fit in 2 suitcases and 2 large boxes that I shipped before hand. Absolutely no regrets. I loved that man with every fiber of my being and we were happy together even though we basically had nothing.

When he passed, I did the same thing but in reverse.. Packed up our whole apartment inside of a month by myself. Put notes on what was to go to who and what needed donated and caught a flight back to Arizona with just my 2 suitcases and 2 large boxes that I shipped. One of the worst things I've ever had to do and I 100% regret it but there was no way I was going to be able to support myself in Switzerland.

Dumb luck. Met an overseas hottie on the internet, didn't think anything of it, made a bunch of bad jokes, fell in love by accident, tried to shrug it off like a misunderstanding. Moved halfway around the world with $7 in my wallet to be with them a year later. Their whole family took me in, and they've supported me for almost 7 years now. A band of angelic internet strangers saved my life. I won the emotional lottery.

I moved from Oklahoma to Alaska a little over a year ago. I'd applied for a job as a cook at a nursing home on a whim and figured I'd never hear anything back. Next thing I know, they wanted to set up a phone interview for that week. The interview went well and I soon got an offer letter.

I have no regrets. The people I work with are great. I have the best managers. Most importantly,I love cooking for the residents.

Got cheated on and my job sucked, so I left both and moved far, far away to start over in my early 30s. Went back to university and got a way better job. While I was in school I met the love of my life too. No regrets.

Got on a plane with my kid, my dog, four totes, and nowhere near enough cash and flew to the city we wanted to live in. I knew it was my last shot to make it out of my hometown and I wasn't going to miss it. I did not want my son there any longer either.

That was 8 1/2 years ago, and while it hasn't always been easy, not a day goes by that I'm not consciously grateful we left. My dad once told me when I was maybe 22, "sometimes you just have to jump." He wasn't wrong. We have no regrets about leaving.

Made some really awesome friends at conventions and thru writing over the span of a couple of years. Came out to Seattle for one of those conventions and the first moment in this city it felt like home. I was 43 and looking for something that I couldn’t name. A couple of friends wanted to get a place together out here and asked if I’d like to join them. It was the middle of the pandemic. I never hesitated in saying yes. Moved from the Deep South, about 3000 miles away.

One of those friends is like my sister now, a confidant whom I can trust with my life. I got a much higher paying job here, met my partner at that job, and am helping raise her 4yo son. Everyday I can stand on the roof, see beautiful snowcapped mountains and the soothing waters of Puget Sound. There have been tumultuous times, but I have never regretted moving here. I can be the totality of who I am on the west coast and when I think of the risks, it was truly worth the rewards.

Back in Georgia, my friends and family said I was “so brave” to do this. I just wanted a bigger life and now I have the biggest, fullest life possible. I have bliss.

I planned, and failed, several westward moves in my lifetime. In 2020 I had my heart broken and decided to finally make it happen. I got rid of almost all of my stuff and moved in with my Mom. I saved every penny for about 6 months and finally made the move from NH to CA. I packed my motorcycle and the last of my belongings into a small moving truck and drove 3,000+ miles across the country. I've since met the woman of my dreams, got married and I am doing well for myself financially. Left behind a lot of friends and family, but I have no regrets.

I packed whatever fit into my Honda Civic and drove 800 miles away from the city...

I was working a "dream job" that gave me panic attacks every Sunday night. I was terrified that leaving would mean I was a failure or that I was throwing away my "potential."

The physical part of leaving was actually easy. Selling furniture on Craigslist is surprisingly therapeutic. It felt like I was shedding dead weight.

The mental part was the hardest.

Do I have regrets?

Only one: **I regret spending 5 years being miserable because I was afraid of being "broke."**

I make about 40% less money now than I did back then. But I haven't had the "Sunday Scaries" in three years. I have time to cook, I sleep 8 hours, and I actually like the person I see in the mirror.

Peace of mind is expensive, but it’s worth the pay cut.

I was bored with my work and life in general living in North Wales. I got a 1 year working holiday visa for Australia and 6 months later I’d quit my job and sold pretty much all of my belongings. 18 years later I’m still living in Australia, I became a citizen in 2013 and wouldn’t change it for the world.

I was fresh retired from military, struggling with PTSD. I had $100 in my pocket, no phone, a backpack of clothes, and a 99 Honda Civic (11 year old vehicle at the time) with a full tank of gas. I hopped onto an interstate and drove north until I hit the first town with a NHL team. I figured I'd watch a hockey game in this life.

Except it was summer, so there were no NHL games.

I went to an ice rink either way, figuring I'd get some last skating in. I was sitting on a bench, and some little boy was running around. I noticed his shoes were untied and told him to tie his shoes. He said he didn't know how and asked me to tie them for him. I said come here, kid, I'll teach you how. He noticed my skates and asked if I could teach him how to skate. I said sure, grab your skates. He said he didn't have any, he was just there waiting for his dad or something. I rented a pair for him and took him on the ice. It awoke something in me. This kid was a blank slate, clean and unbroken. I wanted to teach him everything and equip him to be better prepared in life than I was. So teaching him to skate became a regular thing. I'd throw in other simple skills too. His parents were happy with what I was doing and recommended other parents to use me. I got hired at a summer camp as well, where I taught kids quite a lot of different skills. I worked my way until I was able to rent a place instead of living out of my car and showering at the ice rink.

A little 4 years old boy saved my life. I have no regrets. I'm still alive 15 years later because some kid didn't know how to tie his shoes.

I've recently had to start my life again after 11 years in a toxic relationship. I left with a duffle bag and a dog. Everything I'd built, business, house, cars, I left behind. It was better to leave than to fight my manipulative and toxic ex. It's rough, but I think about that kid and I know I can do it again. Zero regrets.

Left my violent ex husband in the middle of the night; took the dog, some clothes and gave him everything in the divorce. Ended up living in my car with my dog, then a tiny apartment with no furniture.

Best thing I could have ever done. I found myself again.

Crashed out of a toxic relationship.

Sold everything I owned, cashed out of all my savings, moved to Mexico.

Met a woman on the opposite end of the continent. We chase each other up and down the length of North America. We settle in my hometown. Get married. Have three kids. After 25 years there we moved to a new city. Empty nest. Still wildly in love and living our best lives together.

No regrets.

Left everything behind in Iran and started from zero in the Midwest with only the clothes on my back. It was the ‘90s and you could still claw your way up back then. Took me longer than average but I finally got myself through dental school and once again with only the clothes on my back and very little money in the bank left my toxic ex and everything I owned behind and moved into the new tiny office I had built in a rural/underserved town. It will soon be eight years, and I’m happy to say at this point I’ve met and surpassed every career and financial goal I had set for myself.

Edit: there were many dust off and start back ups in between. I just didn’t give up. One plan didn’t work, I would try something else and roughing it didn’t bug me. I knew it was all temporary.

I did it a few years ago. Literally gave away everything I owned said goodbye to everyone I knew, and flew across the ocean to join a convent that didn't allow any communication with the outside world apart from one letter written to our parents each month.

I had visited the sisters before and enjoyed the experience. Once I was in, everything changed and I suffered from spiritual toxicity and physical neglect. I lasted 4 months before throwing in the towel, returning to the USA with only the clothes on my back.

I regret it in the sense that it was a waste of time and did severe damage to my mental health and my soul.

The silver lining is that it was a sort of reset, and I've learned to value material things properly. It also left me no excuse to not finish my degree once back, and now I have my dream job as a result.

Hated my job, hated my house, hated where I lived. Husband called me at work to tell me he had just accepted a job offer starting in two weeks on the other side of the country. I hung up the phone, quit my job, packed what I could in a suitcase, and we left. One of our favorite moves. Even though we have done 3 more short notice cross country moves in the 20 years following that one, that first remains my favorite.

I did it when I just graduated college. I was depressed and I told myself I wanted to see the world before I gave up on life.

I moved to Germany with less than $300 in my account and told myself I had to make it work somehow.

Hitchhiked or scraped up cash and have been to probably over 60 countries since then: worked various jobs in big cities, volunteered for NGOs in remote villages, stayed at people’s homes in exchange for housework, etc.

Eventually met and married the love of my life and currently settled in New Zealand 13 years later. Now I want to live forever to spend forever with him.

Had enough of Toronto and Ontario after 14 years working, sold a bunch of stuff, packed up what I couldn’t part with and drove to the west coast. Was depressed and lonely for 6 weeks, doubted my choices, then pulled up my big girl pants and moved on mentally. It was a great choice in the end. Grad school, new career and met my husband of (now) 30 years.

Best thing I ever did. Mid 20s and followed a gut instinct all by myself. Left a secure job and career with no leads, worked my way up in a completely different field and wouldn't have gotten to where I am now if I hadn't dared to take the jump into the unknown in my 20s. Funny thing is every time someone asked over the years why I emigrated, they assume it's because of a relationship - either leaving a bad one or moving to be with a partner. People don't seem to be able to get the idea that it was a decision just by and for myself, no other person was involved or the driver. So important to sometimes prioritise yourself and do what's right for you. I have zero regrets and love my life and where I ended up after several more moves.