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Yess

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Well done, Hermione

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When I was younger I always thought that I would move away from Missouri. I would explore the world on the earnings from my previous acting job (or whatever job I imagined myself having.) As I got older, I began to think about whether or not I’d be able to leave my family in the “Show-Me State” and venture out into the unknown. While I still have some reservations, this summer in Columbia has proved to me that Missouri just isn’t interesting enough, isn’t exciting to me anymore. I’ve formed great relationships and have fallen in love with an amazing man but hell, the most exciting thing to do here is watch the next episode of Desperate Housewives or pay my near-daily visit to the mall in search of bargains. I’ve engulfed myself in photos of far-away places (thanks Google!) and sifted through photos of Fashion Week and while that has sufficed thus far, I don’t know how long it will. As cliche as it sounds, I want to feel that sand under my feet and hear the rustling of that dress on the runway. Though I have my fears about not being able to earn the funds or gain the courage to accomplish these things, I have a lot of faith in my motivation. I’ve got this. 

I saw a movie recently where the protagonist yearns to have lived in a different decade, Paris in the 20s, and once he is given the chance to visit this era,  he finds that the people  did not marvel in their decade but in the ones that have preceded them. Nobody is ever satisfied. It opened my eyes to a parallel idea that it’s not the location I need to yearn for, but the experiences. Call me naive, but I feel as if I’ve experienced what there is to experience here. Let me out.

I’m ready for STL shopping. 

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