It was like there were two different people living within her body.
The one who wanted to stay selfishly in the comfortable, familiar life. The one who wanted to run home to her parent's house and stay in her basement and curl up on her bed, eat Goldfish and watch movies. The one who wanted to defy the obvious path that was set before her.
Then there was the one who wanted to leave everything behind, dare to step into the new, be this radical person. The one who wanted to go out into the world, meet new people, learn about and experience new cultures, do whatever came her way. The one who definitely wanted to follow the calling placed on her life and put her focus where it should be.
So many thoughts. Too many thoughts.