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She left her old home; a mixture of being pushed out of the nest, and wanting to go. Starlings must learn to fly—someday. But did it have to be so soon? She missed home. On the weekends she get lost on her own in Bellingham—her new home. Getting lost is her remedy.

She wasn’t sure what she was looking for—quite—but she still looked. Perhaps she was looking for companionship and love.

She rode her bike alone through the highways and byways of Bellingham. What’s braver than that? But oh love, sweet love. Sometimes she thinks she will never find it. She’s looked—believe me, she’s looked.

She sought out answers.

She’s still looking.