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Over the years, I’ve come to learn that I am an emotionally nostalgic person who feels too much. Trust me, I’ve tried desperately hard to suppress it; it’s just a ‘phase’ I’ll grow out of - I would tell myself. But alas, the soppiness continued and I just couldn’t resist the notion of digging deep…
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A psychic I saw in 2016 once told me this: "You will travel the world like a nomad - far, wide and greatly. But the cards say to be careful, for at times you will use travel to run away - don't do this." Coincidentally, another psych sign came one month ago when I was…
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Growing up in the suburbs, I lived next door to an elderly Italian couple from Sicily called Serge and Bianca. For twenty-one years they became my makeshift nonna and nonno; teaching me swear words over tea, showing me film strips of their youth and disclosing secret cannoli recipes. A foreigner among friends, I became obsessed…
Beret hunting, French oil paintings and live string quartets. A city of old and new romantics, complex metro systems and 9 AM chocolate éclairs.Foreign tongues fervently kissing and unexpected political protests; both executed in equal passions. Blink and you’ll miss an empty Arc de Triomphe. Stare too long and the Eiffel Tower will never let you…
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