Day 23 on the Challenge

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This is the Story of Penny, my Other Me that is if I weren’t Myself

Penny, well in fact Natalia is a really lucky lady; at least that’s what she thinks. Her life is totally different from mine starting with the fact that she has a really cute nickname. Yeah! Penny is a nickname and it comes with a cool and sweet and strange story behind. You see, every time, no matter the place that you were going with her; she always finds a penny on her way. I really don’t know how she does it, but she always does find it and notices it that is there. The curious thing is that she never keeps the penny, she always gives it away. I wonder, now, if all of the pennies that she finds are the same one. Well as I was saying her life is very different from mine starting with the nickname and that she is single with no kids and that she always knew what she wanted and she went for it from the moment that she had the chance to go for it. Her way of thinking has always been live, live, live and live and let the others live. They can have their opinion and you can have yours, she always told that to herself. She is in fact a free spirit. She never stays too long in just one place and how she does it you may wonder. Well to answer that I need to go back to her beginning. She was born in a small town just like me call San Luis Potosi and just like me when she was in high school she found a particular article that talked about a fascinating writing major, but our difference rises on the fact that she found a way to go to that school and see for herself the greatness that attracted her in the first place when she read the article. So she went to Mexico City and what she found was that the City was too noisy, that all the people were always on a hurry and when she went to the school she didn’t feel that she will be able to fit in besides it was too expensive. So she said NO to that dream, but she was okay with that. When she returned home she told her Mom the news, but also told her that she was not going to start college right away. She wanted to be 100 % sure about her next step. Her Mom then asked her what was her plan and Penny replied that she wanted to take a year off and write and write and perhaps study English and find a part time job and travel. Her Mom was okay with all. High School ended and she already had a job in a video center and the day after graduation she returned to study English. Two weeks later an idea popped into her head, to write you need inspiration, you need a goal, you need a subject and that subject was her grandparents, she was persistent that she wanted to find out about her grandparents roots and that’s she became a traveler woman. In the middle of her search she met someone, his name was Josafat, it was fun the days they spent together but after a while she realized that he was too young for her and she let him go and to really forget him she then planned a road trip with her best friend and that one became her own version of the traveler pants.

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Published by: sserrat

I'm the new black, but in color and that color is all the words that come up from inside my head. Fact: This Blog is for me to feel like a real writer. It's just like the feeling that the characters from the movie "you got mail" felt when those words appeared on the screen, that's how I feel when I clicked on P.U.B.L.I.S.H.E.D. That's just a great feeling. I can't see myself no writing in the sense of forever. Writing is magic and when you read me becomes true and when you comment starts to scream. I just love it. A place to be, to let myself go.

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