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Wait, Jazz Can Be Fun?
Did summer feel rushed and busy? Well, that was nothing compared to September. My last month in the USA. Yes, you heard right; we’re reaching the end of this little trip down memory lane. Pretty much every day, something was happening. I started freaking out, realizing my departure wasn’t months or weeks away—just days. So, Continue reading
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A Little Alone Time Never Hurt Anybody
In the middle of the madness—men, parties, beaches, and work—I had one more vacation week left. And since I was too broke for any big trips, I gladly accepted an offer from my host mom to stay in their summer house in Connecticut. They even let me take the car, which was a wonderful gesture, Continue reading
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Meeting All The Cuties.
The summer was wild. The number of dates I went on exceeded anything I’d experienced before—and since. I’m not even sure how that happened. Did I somehow send out a desperate signal to the universe of single men about my upcoming departure, drawing them in like a magnet? Or was it just random? Because, except Continue reading
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Happy Birthday… You Old Piece of Shit!
Those aren’t my words; that’s the congratulatory message I got from Nordic Beauty. Best friends, am I right? It’s cute how we fear aging when we’re young, terrified of every added candle on the cake. Scared that life will lose its magic. I mean, I’m still young. But it’s sweet to look back and laugh Continue reading
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God Bless America and Women – Wait, Am I Gay?
That was a good one, I know. And no, I’m not gay. But I learned a new word: bisexual. And suddenly, the world got a lot more colorful. This might sound strange to some people—understandably, it was 2017, not the deep, dark ’50s. But I come from a post-communist country and a town of 2,000 Continue reading
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