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I am restless. I am finding a quite difficult time to find myself right now. I want to travel again, to meet new people, new places, experiment new feelings, new sensations.

My mind is encountering a dichotomy. On the one hand, I have my sensible part telling me that I am grown up woman, with a job, a master to finish and all the things that the grown-ups are supposed to do and know. On the other hand, my rebellious and young, extremely curly-haired self is pushing up to the surface and telling me to leave everything, pack my things and leave the country, again.

I suppose this is all part of the maturing process, but it is hard nonetheless.