She moved again. Potank was too small a town for her. She needed a city. A big city with bright lights and lots of people. That's what she told her friends. But honestly? She moved because that was who she was. She was a fleeting gust of wind. Sometimes she would linger but in the end she'd blow over to the next town, the next metropolis, the next life. Her name never changed but she was always a different person. That's what she liked best about her life. The strangers were true strangers. They weren't the kind of stranger whose faces you know, even if their names are a mystery. They don't know you and you don't know them. She liked that. She didn't want to form relationships and go through the struggle that was uprooting them. Her lifestyle was freedom. She was never tied down. It was like flying. So here she was, walking down the street, her wings spread wide.
