She packed her bags while the sun lay winking coyly at the horizon. Her parents slept wrapped up warmly like burritos in their blankets - completely oblivious to her plans as they always were. Their home was large and expensive; her closet was a micro-cosmos of the house, and she was a receptacle of everyone's expectations. They were "lucky" as her mother always called it, and this meant that there were certain rules she had to follow - certain schools she must attend, certain people she had to meet. She didn't feel lucky. She felt cluttered and unnatural. Now, as the sun sighed its first morning breath over the horizon, she headed north. Towards the mountains.