A Lost Girl

The Lost Girls, which is a blog about three American Girls who left everything behind (including their jobs, families and friends) and went on a trip around the world for a year.

They did this impressively on less than 18 grand USD.

On their website they have a page which gives the definition of a Lost Girl:

"A Lost Girl is: A woman in her 20s, 30s (and beyond) who’s more than a bit unsure about what she’s doing with her life, the direction that she’s headed and how to make changes for the better. Despite having a steady paycheck, a social life, regular dates, four walls and a roof over her head, she’s got the pressing feeling that she’s overlooking what’s really important, and what she ultimately needs to be happy."
http://www.lostgirlsworld.com/about/whats-a-lost-girl/

This is an interesting thought, but I'm not that definition of a Lost Girl. Still, I like the name so I will appropriate it here.
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Now is the time is outline why I decided to go on Student Exchange and leap into the unknown.

1. I love French and I want to be able to live and breathe this particular romantic language until it's easier than recognising my own face in the mirror
2. As an only child living in the Western Suburbs who went to a private school, I'm probably in some senses very sheltered. I want to become more independent. 
3. It's very easy to take on the characteristics of others or say that because I like this particular show or song, that defines who I am. It doesn't. I want to find myself.
4. I don't want to be ordinary and take the express train to a predictable existence. One of my favourite poems expresses this idea better than I ever could.

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Robert Frost (1874–1963).  Mountain Interval.  1920.

1. The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;         5   Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,         10   And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.         15   I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.         20  " 5. I want some adventure, peeps!