It ws a cool August evenig and everything as quiet and peaceful. Susan was siting on a park bench facing the beach and while watching the agitated waters of the sea all she could think of was the many things she had left behind, her house, her family , but she had already made uo her mind and she was going back, she was not calling it quits.
Three months earlier after recovering from a disease that nearly killed her, Susan had made the decision that there was so much she hadn't yet seen and experienced, and that she wouldn't if she stayed there in that small town, where she lived since she was a small girl.
One day after everyone had gone to bed, she silently left covered by the darkness of night.
By morning she had already crossed state lines, only to keep on going with no agenda and no plans but to find the one place where she coukd truly be herself.
The months passes and she'd been in different countries, saw different cultures, languages and people, she traveled around Europe, been to it's iconic capitals: London, Paris, Paris and many others, living in those cities for days at a time or just passing through. Making new friends that put her in contact with so many different things that she wouldn't know any other way. Friends with whom she got lost and found comfort when she felt troubled. Not only finding a place to be herself she searched for the chance to make peace with herself, it had been two years since the accident that killed her brother, but she still felt responsible for his death.
It was a Summer day in early August when she arrived to a town not much bigger than her own. It was a fishing town in Ireland. Different from everything she had ever seen. She loved the smell of the ocean, the sound of the waves breaking on the sand and on the cliffs, the green endless pastures, the worm welcoming people, she loved everything about that place. After finding a place to stay and taking a quick look around town, she walked towards the beach and sat on a bench. She didn't move, she just sat watching the sun setting on the horizon.
She felt at home for the first time.
Ana Filipe nº 35008
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