If I were a soul without a body

I've been in treatment since the beginning of the year, and I've come to the point where I have to make plans for what to do once I'm out.  My insurance has bumped me down to 4 days a week, by my request.  I feel ready for discharge and I never thought I'd be able to say that.  Being in treatment has provided a safe, valid excuse for avoiding "real world responsibilities."  "I can't pay bills because I don't have a job"..."I can't get a job because I'm in treatment"..."I'm in treatment because I'm not mentally stable".  I think I'm almost ready to join the rest of society, but only in terms of eating like a normal person.  When I'm out of treatment, I want to allow myself to live life.  I want to travel and take a break and get out of my head.  I've been trapped in my addictions, I've been trapped in my destructiveness for so long.  I want to take healthy risks, I want to just get away.  It doesn't sound very realistic.  In order to be stable and successful in today's society, I know I'll need to find a job and all that stuff, but realistically, I want a break.  I want to go camping and roast marshmallows for the first time.  I want to go to the airport and get a one-way ticket to Bali and immerse myself in their culture, go to Italy and visit vineyards, go to Greece and lay on the beaches.  I want to travel the country in a Winnebago with my boyfriend and a dog.  I want to give healthy attention to my body and I want to nourish my soul.  When I'm out of treatment, I don't want to find a job right away.  I don't want a 9-5 lifestyle.  My whole life has been structured chaos.  I want to break free from rules, obligations, and the societal chains that restrict me from being a free spirit.  I feel like I've wasted so much of my life isolating and self-destructing.  I feel like the characters in "Dogtooth": aware of nothing outside of the home, indulging and making best of what is known, completely wasting away the preciousness of exploring the outside.