Turning twenty one at the base of fort bliss. Walking down the cobbled streets, inhaling the art in the air.
In twelve days, I'll be celebrating my birthday. And I can't wait till Paris.
The prospect of getting on a plane and visiting a new somewhere is my air. And me trying to do something with my life is proving harder than I thought. But it's only till May and then I can resume living in my suitcase again.
The world is my stage and my home.
And it's waiting for me to conquer it.
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