Last year I was stuck in Cambridge, unable to travel because of immigration restrictions, and I decided to make a list.
I sat in a cafe I disliked in a town I hated with a piece of paper and a bleary pen. I outlined where I wanted to be, and what it would take to get there. The specific destination was less important than the philosophical imperative of change - profound, brutal, transformative, necessary.
Back then I didn't like my life, so radical departure did not pose a threat. Transgressions are immaterial if you have no expectations.