This might be the beginning of a short story, not sure where it might go:
In the end it wasn’t enough for her—the mediocrity of life, the ease of compromise.“There must be more to this,” she thought. Her blood pumped with fervor, she felt trapped in her little town, in her little hut, in the big city—she needed more. So she left, in search of the unknown, the reality that she found only in her dreams. Placing one foot in front of the other, jumping on the back of the neighbor’s bike, hailing a cab, she begins….