To the small town girl afraid she would never escape the bounds of the Bay: You will cross mountains and sail waters you never even knew existed. You will fly over cities and greet new horizons, and you will feel lighter with each moment you are in motion. You are not tied to the borders or the people who kept you anchored so long. They will understand, in time, that choosing your own course does not mean you are ungrateful for the place or the people you are “from.” Your “from” may be where you begin, but it does not have to be your end. Small town girl, the world is bigger than you’ve ever imagined it to be and you are only just getting started.
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