Gemotions

The young woman stared at the letter, its delicate handwriting a testament to a life lived long ago. It spoke of travel, of exploration, of the thrill of new experiences. A giddy feeling bubbled within her. She reread the words, an ache of longing now mingled with a current of joyous purpose.

She ran her hands through her hair, a smile spreading across her face. This was it. She’d been saving for years, and now, finally, the time had arrived. Packing her backpack, she called her boss, a breathless apology for her impending absence. The world was waiting.