When I was fourteen years old, my father took the family to Washington D.C. on his business trip, and I got to experience a life in this bustling capital city of America for about two weeks. Back then, I didn’t speak or understand English well, so my mother put me in a local language school […]
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This story took place exactly two years ago toward the end of my three-month stay in Rome, Italy. I’m not a person who regularly go to a hairdresser, but like insects shed their skin, I also have my hair cut whenever I feel a significant shift or growth within myself. Two months into my life
This is a story from the time when I visited Paris, the capital city of France for the first time as part of my college graduation solo trip. During my five-day visit, I stayed at my friend’s house in the outskirt of Paris. Since my friend had to attend classes at University, on most days,
