Because that day with Willem, I may have pretended to be someone named Lulu, but I had never been more honest in my life. Maybe that's the thing with liberation. It comes at a price.

Okay, maybe this was the meant to be: the universe I knew, loved nothing more than balance.

I think everything is happening all the time, but if you don't put yourself in the path of it, you miss it.

And the voice grows stronger and stronger, and it’s my voice this time and it’s asking a question: How does she know?

Are you coming down with something?" Mom asks. And just for the tiniest of seconds, I wonder what would happen if I told them the truth. That school is nothing like I imagined it would be. That I'm not the girl in the catalog at all. I'm not a Happy College Student. I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.

Are you happy in your misery? Resting peaceful in desolation? It’s the final tie that binds us The sole source of my consolation" “blue

Traveling isn't something you're good at. It's something you do. Like breathing.