MEMOS OF A 90's GIRL

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I have lived in many different countries around the world. I hated that growing up as I felt confused all the time, why my friends and my house kept on changing. I realized though this taught me a different kind of strength, and I started to see the world in a different way. Its years of storytelling thats in the memos. Its the music from the taxis on the streets of Beirut Lebanon or the rush of the city in the night in Toronto Canada and the buildings of Berlin that tell me a million stories. The disco lights at the party and my tears on my way back home. Its the feeling of heartbreak and absolute happiness, dreams and magic. Its the jungle where I could truly be myself and call home.