She was on the train. First trip of the year. One to remember.
It was good; she was getting away for a while. Part of her was tempted to not come back. If that was an option for her right now, she would take it. If she knew where she would go, if everything was planned out, she would grasp it with both hands and run.
She felt like she needed to go away for a while, grow up and finally become the person she was meant to be.
She’d miss the sea if she moved to London, of course she would. But not the town she called home. She wouldn’t miss that at all.
The town was such a small place. Too big to be called a village. But not a town, not really. A toxic place of opinion.
It was the sea that kept her there; it made it a nice place to live. Without that there would be nothing. It would be like living anywhere. And she would be gone by now.
She needed to go away and complete the puzzle, the final step to growing up. She needed to fly the nest.
It was time to fly. Be free.
It was good; she was getting away for a while. Part of her was tempted to not come back. If that was an option for her right now, she would take it. If she knew where she would go, if everything was planned out, she would grasp it with both hands and run.
She felt like she needed to go away for a while, grow up and finally become the person she was meant to be.
She’d miss the sea if she moved to London, of course she would. But not the town she called home. She wouldn’t miss that at all.
The town was such a small place. Too big to be called a village. But not a town, not really. A toxic place of opinion.
It was the sea that kept her there; it made it a nice place to live. Without that there would be nothing. It would be like living anywhere. And she would be gone by now.
She needed to go away and complete the puzzle, the final step to growing up. She needed to fly the nest.
It was time to fly. Be free.
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