FOMO is defined as a feeling of anxiety that you are missing out on something. Something happening elsewhere.

That elsewhere... that's an important part.

When you get that feeling of FOMO, are sick of your weather or want to be able to do your dream job, moving is a common option you could follow. For many starting a new life in a new place meeting new people and changing your life is just a move-out away.

At least for me, moving out as a high schooler feels impossible.

There are a plethora of obstacles to cross before I even can think about packing a bag. Obstacles that I can't necessarily cross without ending on a terrible note with my friends and family.

Both of which are groups of people who are pretty great human beings who treat me well and with great respect. And there's no absolute need to leave the town I've grown up in other than the feeling that I don't belong there.

See, there's a story behind my wanting to move out.

The thing is last year I started my own company, and that experience changed me as a person. It changed what I wanted and needed out of my life. But, more importantly, it changed the way that I see things.

Right now, I live in a true suburb of Michigan. The opportunities are stale. My school doesn't have many entrepreneurs who are spending their time trying to deliver entirely new products. There's pretty much no major tech or design sector in my area, no startup competitions.

The environment around me is focused on acing your tests, doing well in school and then going to a good college. There's no latter. You are expected, as a high schooler, to simply focus on doing well in school.

There's nothing wrong with doing that, but the problem for me is that the environment doesn't seem like it's totally ready to be engaged and prepared to merge and integrate with an entirely new community of entrepreneurs and freelancers that don't spend their time trying to be a super-great student.

Like many other communities around, it's getting there. But it's still going to take some good time, from my eyes.

For me, that's a problem.

I'm trying to move at the fastest pace possible and living in a suburb of Detroit just doesn't feel like enough. I feel like I could do so much more if I was walking through the streets of Chicago, Phoenix or Baltimore.

But my hometown?

No. Definitely not.

My will to move to a big city pulses quickly. I love the crowd, the rush of innovation, the emblazoned cultures masking the streets of a good downtown. The amazing design of buildings scraping the clouds and lighting up the night.

I don't want to live my young life settling down. I want to hustle.

Of course, the time to go to university isn't too far away. I can move to a city then.

If it was only that simple.

The thing is, it's not just the fact that I'm living in an environment where I don't get a chance to grow fast. This is a town where I've experienced many failures. Many regrets.

It's still snowing, and it's the middle of April.

The competitions I want to compete in were only meant for people over 18. There aren't many clients around here that seemed as serious in working with me as I was with them.

Every time I wake up, I have to be reminded of times I couldn't achieve everything. I have to feel the cutting, cold wind blast through my face as I walk to a school at 5 AM (Yes, that outrageously early for a zero hour). I can only spend my time researching what it's like to live somewhere else.

Then, there are just the traditional high-schooler needs. I want to be independent, making my own decisions, sleep at the times that I decide. Make my own work times. Interact with people when I decide to. Go out and do what I decide.

I struggle with the fact that I still have to bend to rules that I sometimes don't want to. Especially when the best ideas always seem to hit me at 1 AM while I'm tossing and turning in bed.

I still remember a time when this will to move hit me hard. It almost felt like a movie scene.

I was in Boulder, fascinated with the city. I was wearing a mere sweater. The warm air, the beauty of the town, the live and animated downtown felt like a place that I could run into and thrive.

Then when I flew back to Michigan, I walked into the car. Water bottles are brutally freezing, the car brittle with Michigan winter in the heart of the cold. Drive back home and without coming in, scrape the driveway of its massive snow.

I'm freezing. The land feels almost dead compared to Boulder. More relaxed. More settled.

It's like the land was telling me "this isn't the place you want to end up. You miss Boulder because there, you don't feel any FOMO."

Since then I've taken multiple "Should I move?" quizzes. The answer always ends up as a solid "yes."

It feels like I'm trapped in a place I don't belong in. A place where the weather genuinely shocked me in the worst ways possible.

I feel stuck, bent by the expectations of society. Where breaking free means driving at least 30 minutes away for an opportunity I could have tried to achieve in a bolder city.

I can't do much but hope for the day I can live. My days are spent coping the only way I know how.

Finding a nice city and quickly launch my own personal research project, in which I go to apartments.com and finding apartments I would want to live in. Search for what it's like to live in the city. Check the weather. Change the weather widget on my phone to that city. Do whatever I can to act as if I live there. Imagine myself in those apartments as if I already made it.

I can only respect the place that I grew up in. But when there's no out, respect is the last thing on my mind.

I have to hope that eventually, an opportunity will see me and I will be able to leave and live my dream.

Until then, I've got to live on a prayer.