A French Moroccan and an Israeli American Go on a Date

Alright, folks, let me tell you a thing or two about this thing called dating. It’s rough. It’s fun. But most of all— it’s all sorts of frustrating. Yeah, being a single woman in 2016 isn’t as enjoyable as devouring a piece of chocolate soufflé cake with whipped cream on top (yum) — it’s more like a dating roulette game that’ll keep you guessing and pulling your arm hairs out.

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The Life of a Nomad and a Concept Called Home

Reflections

They say that home is where the heart is, but where exactly is home? A place that’s deeply ingrained in the depths of our being, yet so distant to most. Or maybe it’s just that moment in time where life and circumstances become intertwined with our souls — and time stops — and a feeling of pure bliss seeps through every vein of our existence. (Yeah, that’s got to be it)

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