Penny: Speaking of the world. I've made a decision. I'm going to live in Morocco for one year. I need a new crowd. ...do you wanna come?
Nina Says...
I can feel an itch. It is burried deep within my chest, very near to my heart. It is small, but it is growing. It is persistant and undeniable. I can feel it when the wind changes its course. I must change with it. I have grown so tired of this place, these people... this life. This rat race has become predictable and boring. It's time to run with a new herd, and with a new purpose. I will no longer be content if I stay.
I only planned to put off my dreams to be lazy for a bit. But a little while turned into a long while which has now turned into too long a while. And the thought of becoming an old lady with a head full of what could have been sounds like the most painful death I can think of.
Action is required. Danger is craved. The unkown is waiting for me. And it won't beckon forever.
It's time to go. I will let you know where when I get there.
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