Coruscant.
The idea of leaving the library forever, appealed to Marcella. It was something that always stuck with her. Generally it lived back in the depths of her mind, but she's caught herself thinking about it more often as of recently. She's always loved her library in Coruscant. But she couldn't find the passion for it anymore. Luckily, she had always been saving credits for when she really wanted to disappear. She knows how to fly a ship, the small ones she can handle. It's the bigger ships she's more afraid of. Marcella couldn't accept the fact that she was done with working in her library, but now the feeling was stronger than ever.
Ultimately, she gave up. She handed in her notice of resignation, and left. Not one single word left her lips from that moment until she returned to her apartment. She untied her corset and threw it on the floor and took off the rest of her clothes. She scrambled through one of her boxes and found one of her old tracksuit sets. She bought it from a vintage store months back, it was a bit big for her then and it still is now. She put it on anyway and sat on the couch with a sigh. "It's over." She opened up her data pad and scrolled through a forum that she often visited. There wasn't anything new that interested her and closed it down. She decided to put up a small advertisement, she needed to talk to someone about ships. Someone who actually knew what they were talking about and not some weirdo on the holonet. Looking to convert a ship into a tiny home/small shop. Please contact Marcella Montgomery for more information. She left her details underneath and hit the "post" button.
She's never left Coruscant, she's never even been to another planet. "I'm 24 years old and I have nothing to my name for christ's sake." She needed to do something, she needed to find something that would bring her the passion she once had. But she had no idea what that would be, and the thought of that was enough to excite her.