I've recently met someone who asked me to write about you. This story can be told in ten different ways but each time you leave at 17 with the courage I can't fathom anymore. You'd tell me that it's not hatred but lack of attachment for anything and love for exploring that drives you to be a free breeze of mountains. It concerns me now that you didn't know how to swim, hadn't read or watched enough, were just a little girl; how did you manage.
I had a quick conversation with a friend who believes people are something at heart but they aspire to be something else and that hit me hard. I took a deep breath to gulp the fact that you are a nomad by heart, and that's all you aspire to be.