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There’s no place like home

Leaving home is a bittersweet thing.  I love Northern California: boiling summers in Sacramento, playing the tourist in San Francisco, living down the street from the most famous start-up Internet companies in the world. Yet I'm looking forward to...
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Worrying is like a Ferris wheel: you go around without really getting anywhere

As my departure date inches closer (countdown: three days left in the States), I seem to be hearing the same question over and over again: Are you nervous? Well...no. I'm moving to a beautiful beach for six months. The sun will be shining and I...
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A lifelong love affair with France

Contrary to popular belief, I'm not French. Not a splash of that cheese-loving, surrender-monkey French blood in my body, yet I'm as Francophile as they come. In case you were wondering why this German-Italian-Irish-Polish melting pot shunned her...
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How traveling cured a picky eater

Growing up, I was a picky eater. It's an awful side effect of being an only child. I would only eat bananas and cucumbers if they were "thinly sliced." I refused most green vegetables. In high school, my mom demanded I write a list of the vegetables...
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The dilemma of a millennial bookworm

Confession: I am a bookworm. Literally, I was the child who walked to school with her nose in a book and couldn't wait for her weekly trip to the library. (I was also a huge nerd growing up, but let's save the discussion of my awkward childhood for...
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