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Maya Sorian

Sometimes it hits me in the weirdest moments. When I go to buy groceries or when I order food. When I go do my nails or to the cinema. It hits me while hanging out with friends, laughing our butts off and talking about normal things. I live here now. And even though I’m a firm believer that home is where your heart is – and my heart is definitely buried somewhere in Bucharest – home is here. Or it will be, soon. As I start to settle into this madness that’s called life at the moment, I just get

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