she doesn't have much; a raggedy suitcase, a typewriter, an old red sundress with black shoes to match, and a trench coat.
she's been to Paris, and London, and Athens, and Rome, all with her meager possessions in tow. she doesn't want much, and she doesn't have much either, but what she needs is freedom.
she's trying to find it, but it always manages to slip away at the last second and disappear off to some other romantic city.
