I ran. It conjures up someone sleeping rough, someone fleeing from a dangerous situation, grabbing only a few items. This isn’t what happened.
It was planned with my partner that we were moving to London. I jumped at the opportunity to go with him, not only because I loved him (I still do), but to get lost.
Anonymity felt like such a privilege — no one knew me and they didn’t want to. I could do whatever I wanted. I wouldn’t be scolded by family or friends close by.
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