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I have a searing memory of being 15 years old in the shag-carpeted attic bedroom of a school friend, and feeling like the most boring person in the world. My life was so regular. I hated it. All I wanted was adventure. Fast forward 25 years later, as a single woman with an inkling that I might not ever marry, all I wanted was to fit in. Now, I love my life. Perspective is a funny thing.
Art by Wasted Rita [1]