It’s as natural as breathing. New cultures, new environments, even languages. And it’s not something that was there from the beginning. This wanderlust has only appeared in her latest years. Slowly, silently, growing inside. First, there were small trips. Then, this desire to go further and for longer periods of time, few destinations at the time.
It’s the excitement of something new and fresh. Where she can be this unknown, anonymous girl. Because there, she can sit on the bench, reads a book and nobody will look funny at her. She can dress as she wishes. Sits in a cafe, alone. Wanders around the city, aimlessly. Exploring is like a heroine to her, always leaves her wanting more. And her happy place? Finally, she gets it. It’s not a destination, it’s the whole experience of going. She’s a wanderess.
*Story About a Girl is a collection of random midnight scribbles about life, written when brain just can’t shut down. Inspired by my own life and thoughts, telling a story through a third person.0