My name is Lola, I'm 18. Everyone expects you to have your future figured out by now, but I'm still searching for mine. I love books about girls who leave everything behind to find themselves somewhere new, and maybe that's why I dream of doing the same one day. I tried photography, worked in a flower shop, filled my phone with voice notes, poetry, and random ideas, yet nothing has felt like the thing. I spend evenings walking through quiet streets with music in my headphones, imagining different versions of my life. I write in my diary at night, meet my closest friends in cozy cafés, and talk about love, fears, and films that stay with you long after they end. I'm learning that it's okay not to have all the answers. I'd rather take my time than live a life that doesn't feel honest. Maybe I'll become a writer, maybe a filmmaker, or maybe something completely unexpected. For now, I'm just trying to listen to myself. I don't know exactly who I am yet but I think that's where every real