No home

No home

She was young and determend. Tonight at excatly 6 pm she would take the ferry to the UK and never return. Little did she take with her. A toothbrush and some underwear was all she needed. Anything else would be the start of another life. Nobody knew about her plan. She had lived in a very restricted catholic environment and grew unhappy whilst getting older. Her passion for life and lust for danger had drivin her up to this point. Her point of no return. She told her mother she would be out for a couple of hours, slammed the door behind her. Her car was on the driveway. No hesitation had crossed her mind, no doubt about wether she was doing the wright thing and started the engine.