New York City
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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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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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Let’s Do Tourist Shit!
It is about time. I mean, I have been in the U.S. for about three weeks, and I have not visited the Big Apple yet. But I do need to start with an announcement: I did try to look up some uplifting background music for these writing sessions on YouTube, and I failed. It’s all Continue reading
Life in Ink and Footsteps 