It’s been said that a princess stuck, trapped, and forever doomed to waste away in the recesses of a castle is supposed to be saved by a Prince Charming. A prince strong and bold in nature, a hero charismatic and alluring. The one who would hastily gallop straight into the heart of danger and save me from this unsightly and retched place. I’ve been told that story for years, or at least that’s what the inscription that follows the mural painted on my ceiling says. Every night, I lie awake, staring at the grand depiction; dreaming, hoping, vigorously wishing that I would awake the next morning found by this angelic hero. But alas, on this day next week, I shall be approaching my 30th birthday, and this great Prince Charming has been nowhere in sight. I think it’s time to make a change. I think it’s time I save myself. I’ve spent the better part of my young adult life and childhood surrounded by these ashen grey stones. I’ve never seen the world; I’ve never truly experienced life. Enough is enough! It is time to take my life into my own hands! And it starts with getting out of here!