plumpey

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a girl is no one.

she’s an alien trapped in a girl body.

she is living back and forth between Indonesia, Japan, and God knows where else she could be.

but she’s a dreamer, and she lives her life to travel around the world.

she’s an introvert Capricornian girl.

a girl has 5 ethereal cats, a white russian male called vladimir kivi, a tricolor female called lilyput, and their 3 legacies.

she can’t remember her dream, because she hates to memorize things.

she enjoys running, run from her cruel reality.

three things that soothe her is a long warm hug, hot shower and Coldstone's cake batter batter batter with extra oreo.

the only ability that she had is her contagious laugh.
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Greetings!

Once when I was a kid, I have a dream to be an astronaut who could travel space and time because of a book that I read when I was 10.
Growing up I realized that it is not that easy to achieve that dream in Indonesia,
so I changed my path to another direction which is to be a wanderer like the brave Amelia Earhart and visit every city on earth.

Now I'm on my first path living my dream while studying economics in Japan. Here, I am able to meet people from a various country with a very diverse background.

I am looking forward to your postcards, I want to see the snippet of your countries while hoping that I could visit it someday. I would also appreciate artsy postcards to decorate my room walls.

✨p.s. any postcrosser from Poland (or any neighboring country)? I will go for an exchange program in your country next year, any kind soul who wants to help me out and be my penpal/friends will be much appreciated. cześć! ✨

Feel free to express yourself with poems, quotes, or even dreams.

<3 (I wish for all the good things and for it to come to you soon) <3

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/epilogue/

“A Gift to Those Who Contemplate the Wonders of Cities and the Marvels of Travelling”

I set out alone,

having neither fellow-traveller

in whose companionship I might find cheer,

nor caravan whose part I might join,

but swayed by an overmastering impulse within me

and a desire long-cherished in my bosom

to visit these illustrious sanctuaries.

so i braced my resolution to quit my dear ones,

female and male,

and forsook my home as birds forsake their nests

My parents being yet in the bonds of life,

it weighed sorely upon me to part from them,

and both they and i were afflicted

with sorrow at this separation.

- Ibn Battuta