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The Morphing Of Home
I’m sitting in my new apartment bedroom floor with bags half unpacked, my clothes all over the place, pictures scattered on the floor, an overflowing bin… it’s a war zone. I can see my blue t-shirt loosely hanging on to dear life on half my desktop screen like it’s lost all will to live.…
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The Rebellious Act Of Dining Alone.
Disclaimer: Like every great story, this one too begins with food (or has food mentioned in it). ‘Please wait to be seated.’ Is what the sign in front of me says. I look around, and I think to myself…‘there’s really no point in me waiting, the restaurant is practically empty. Just a group of…