PART 2

The World is Our Olyster

I grew up in 0.WHAT was then a small village, though now it would more accurately be described as a bustling town. I never really liked the small-town mentality of the place and couldn’t 9. to escape. As soon as I finished school, I moved on in search of pastures 10. . I was far 11. alone in feeling this way. Within a few years, my classmates had scattered around the world in 12. of better jobs or other opportunities. Every now and then, we would bump 13. each other in some foreign city and spend some time reminiscing. There were people and places we missed of course but, on the 14. , none of us regretted leaving.

The one exception to all of this was my best friend, Rebecca. She stayed in our hometown, started a business, got married, had children and never left 15. to take the occasional holiday. While the rest of us felt that we had to go elsewhere to find ourselves, Rebecca always knew exactly who she was and what she needed to 16. her happy.