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Austin and Euphoria Girl: A Love Story

Once upon a time, in a far away and snowy place, a young girl decided to set out on an adventure. She packed up all of her belongings and traveled until she found herself in a new and very weird place. It was Austin, and she decided to call it home. She adventured and danced, ate tacos and swam in cold springs. She made amazing new friends and sweated through all of her clothes. It was perfect and wonderful and she thought with delight, I could stay here forever.

After a few years, something began to gnaw at her and she wondered if forever was a good thing. It was so far away and she really had sweated through all of her clothes. But mostly she wondered if this meant the end of her adventure. This place was so wonderful, but so too had that adventurous call been. I cannot give it up, she decided. It must be time to go. So she started saying her good byes and began making new plans for new places that were closer to home and only a little less sweaty.

But every time she thought of leaving this magical city, she started to cry. The sight of her friends, who had been her loyal and ridiculous companions on this adventure, made her leak crocodile tears. How will I ever live away from them? she wondered. Then one evening she sat in the back of a plane, giddy to be making her way back deep in the heart. She realized that many years ago, adventure meant traveling to a new and very weird place, but now it was defined in a completely different way. What was the sense in leaving a place that made her so happy and was filled with friends so great? Besides, it was still so full of countless adventures to be had. Austin, she smiled, I just can’t quit you.

And that is the story of how Euphoria Girl decided to leave Austin and then changed her mind. Because she can.

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Mary
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Sometimes it’s on that trip back we realize whether we are going home or not.

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