<div class="legacy-text">"I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is.<br />When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I'd been living, they asked me why - but there's no use in talking to people who have home.<br />They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head.<br />I was always an unusual girl.<br />My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean...<br />And if I said I didn't plan for it to turn out this way I'd be lying...<br />Because I was born to be the other woman.<br />Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.<br />Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about it, and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me."</div>