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wanting more - by Nicole - startingfromnix

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Where I grew up, not much changes. Not the weather, routine, predictability. I longed for the opposite: novelty, expression, individuality.

Ramon Casas Where I grew up, not much changes. Not the weather, routine, predictability. I longed for the opposite: novelty, expression, individuality. When I left my hometown I wrote: walking through this door means knowing many other doors will swing shut. But I wholeheartedly choose to walk through it anyways. I wanted more. I loved my hometown, but had to leave. I remember that pull inside my chest, that tug of yearning. I’ve never regretted following it. The biggest shame is never admitting to yourself what you actually want. I’m sure you’ve witnessed or experienced this in small…

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