As someone who knows the Munao Island and it's people since I was born. I have grown quite bored with the same routine.

You can call it a lack of hobbies or interests, but I have participated in all the skills schools throughout my upbringing. I shouldn't brag that's my mother's thing, but I can proudly say there's nothing here that I have not fully given a chance. So, really it should be called a lack of entertainment.

I had to wait till I were of age to make this decision. My mother and father were not very pleased, but they always knew this place would not be able to hold me entertained for the rest of my life. Safe to say, leaving was inevitable.

On this island there is a law regarding travelling which is why I had to be of age to decide.

First, unless you are a foreigner you may not leave unless you deregister as a citizen. No citizen leaves the island and returns. It's a one-way ticket out once you sign your name and have your brand removed.

The branding is a tattoo like stamp on the backside of your hand that is renewed every year as long as you live here. Anyone who comes here is immediately recognized by the lack of branding.

My father kept asking me if I was sure I wanted to leave. He never left the island, but he has always communicated with foreigners through business means.

I cannot wait another 20 years to take over my father's business just to be able to talk to foreigners and not explore their lands myself.

My mother on the other hand kept overfeeding me claiming the lands outside the island are much poorer than the island, because they're too skinny to claim that their lands are more prosperous than here.

I don't have any siblings so you can imagine how spoiled I am when it comes to affection from my parents. However, they aren't too clingy so they did not object to this, they just wanted to try and convince me to stay with some level 1 scaring tactics. It's pretty sweet.

(a bit later)

I am sitting here in the governmental office filling out the documents in relation to my citizenship deregistration. It is about 11 to 13 pages, I didn't really count it, I'm still reading everything I think is most important...

-Okay fine, I'm scanning through it. I'm really not going to sit here the entire day reading every word. The officer passing me the stamps and pen is also explaining that once I leave I may not be in contact with the inhabitant unless it is business related and a lot of other rules I must obey, because I will be considered less of a Munao with each signature I put on the pages.

The way she's talking to me reminds me of my mother, she takes my hand and puts it in a little electronic looking box. She looks me in the eye, "Are you sure?" I nod, "yes." She switches it on and it removes the brand. It stings a bit then burns a little after about 1 minute or two after it had already cooled down she switches it off and I take my hand out and for the first time I have seen my hand without the brand. She smiles a bit asking if it feels weird and I nod.

Finally, I am no longer a Munao.

The boat has already about 20 people onboard and they all seem very determined to get out of here. It makes me feel a bit pressured now to become greater than what I have in mind not just because I'm the last one.

I look back once more to wave at my parents, their tears are going to make me cry. I turn back and get onto the boat and they close up after me.

When I got in, two or three nod, smiling.

Perhaps I'm a little too cheerful for the situation. I mean, they are foreigners. This type of thing is probably not such a big deal in their countries.

I lean towards the side of the boat to wave and greet my parents one last time. God knows, I'll definitely never see them again. Saying "I love you mom and dad" was never hard for me, but this will be the last time which is a bit harder. I kept waving at them until I couldn't hear their voices wishing me well anymore.

The incoming fog was a little colder than on the island, I reach in for a jacket and a better seat.

One of the crew members came over and chatted for a bit. She asked me all about the island and why I left. It baffled her as to why I would leave as she claims "it's such a lovely island full of life."

I neglected to mention that I have not even had a taste of romance, this was not just for an adventure this was also my need to experience different emotions. I mean who says something like that when there's a married woman asking you about your future plans. How lonely I must seem.

We had some warm fluids, I'm not sure if it's coffee, but it tasted like it could have hints thereof. It was awfully sweet with chocolate bits in it, some caramel and milk. This was definitely made for a sweet tooth. I dared not say I disliked it, I did not want to offend her especially since I'm not really sure how customs work outside the island.

Some people fell asleep, others were either putting lamps up to drink together. The conversations weren't heavy, but also not too superficial to feel out of place. Speaking of places, I had to ask about nearby spots. Lady Carlene even got a few maps all from different dates, I take it some places change almost every 3 or 4 years. They were so helpful and one of the other guys also explained some rules the nearby ones had.

The Wurun people do not like political people, they only believe in their leader, you may not voice against their beliefs and laws regardless of how morally wrong it seems.

The Poleados are welcoming, but only when you arrive in groups of 5 or less, they don't like large groups of people because of safety issues, they are also very discriminatory for some reason.

The Uriga Alaw Dian are a divided community they are very stern people. Everything and everyone has a place and role.

I wanted some more information, but he couldn't stick around anymore. We greeted and went our separate ways for obvious reasons. He had some officials greeting him and walking him to a vehicle.