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It's come to my attention that my blog is quite sad, so let's spruce it up a bit.  I don't know a lot of happy stories. So I will write about the things I love. I love being excited to go home, having a home to go. I love the aha moment after solving a challenging topic that was giving you a hard time. I love being good at something and doing it passionately. I love cheese, anything with cheese count me in. I love the city at night. Something about the streetlights illuminating the dark calls to me. I love meeting new people. Maybe because I don't know what I am getting myself into. I love making people smile. Knowing that I made someone else feel good about themselves is so fulfilling. I love good music. Music that invokes emotion, whichever emotion, as long as I feel something, that's good enough. I love dressing up, wearing cute clothes and feeling good about myself because I can. I love the first gulp of hot coffee  or tea in the morning. However you like your caffeine. I love my sisters, turns out I had best friends in them. Now here's a tricky one, I love a good glass of wine. Or a well made cocktail. They have the perfect buzz that does not get you too drunk. Everything in moderation, of course. I love dancing, especially with cute strangers. A good laugh. The kind that hurts your stomach and you feel like you can't breathe. Literally dying of laughter. I love kind and genuine people. The people that feel like they are free, without any care in the world. Babies who smile at you in streets. Puppies. They are so cute. Am I the only one who likes Ice cream compared to chocolate? I love travelling, in nature. Taking long drives or walks. I love the beach, the sand, palm trees, the hot weather, the water, I love it all. Too bad I cannot swim. I love shopping but I have to calm down on that front. My wallet is already in tears. I love my bed. It's the only thing I surrender to willingly and calmly. I love my mistakes, not always, but eventually, I get to learn more about myself through them. Most importantly I love myself, inspite of, despite, because of, everything I love, have gone through, are, have become. Finally, adulting sucks. 

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