It was true. Every second she remained, she felt more and more confined. The future leadership of the regime, or even if there was a regime didn't matter. She was under no delusions that she would be allowed to live a happy, quiet existence within the borders of the country she was born in. No longer did she feel like she was welcome at home. Imagining a future where she had to remain in the same places she'd spent the last twenty years desiring to escape from made her unbearably sad. What was even the point of continuing to live if she had to do so in a place that made her so dejected? She would just rather not wake up one morning. Long life in misery wasn't worth it.