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    Tokyo Life – First Thoughts

    In my next life, I’m going to be Japanese. I’ve decided and Japan life is the life for me. I like to talk about my lives because to be honest, every time I travel, my entire mental capacity is consumed wondering what the lives of the people that live there are like. What do they do for a living?  What time do they wake up? What do they do for fun? Where do they do their grocery shopping? Are they happy? I’ve found the answers to a few of these questions about this little place called Tokyo. For over a month,…

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    Konnichiwa

    Life update: I moved from Miami to Tokyo. And I must say, there’s something so refreshing about going to a brand new place. I am only here for three months but I have no clue where I’ll be next. I read somewhere that what we all really want in life is to travel and to love. The latter is partly left to chance, which is what makes it so special…but that’s a whole different story. However, for some of us, travel will always be a choice—a priority we make or forego. Travel gives us insight—the further we go away and…

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    A Note on Love

    In 2015, I stayed single for nearly 365 days. In 2016, I somehow quickly forgot everything that I taught myself in that romance free year. Maybe some of you are in happy relationships, but can still relate to this—some relationships are so powerful that they can throw even the strongest of people off-balance. In my case, I found myself dissatisfied, wanting more, doubting, and thinking, thinking, thinking. I found myself feeling lonely in love. The end of 2016 was a bit stormy as my relationship practically fell of a cliff. It broke my heart and I carried that ache around…

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    A Thanksgiving Toast.

    It’s Thanksgiving and I must say, I’m grateful for lots of things this year. I’m grateful that the only thing on the agenda today is to eat. And then to reheat the same food again 3 hours later and do it all over again. I’m grateful for Snapchat filters. Shout out to the puppy and flower crown filters for letting me pretend that my skin is always flawless. I’m grateful that dark roots are still in style. I haven’t colored my hair in months— both my wallet and I are pretty happy campers about that. I’m grateful for these holiday…

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    Season of Change

    Fall is known as the season of transition and change—both in the small ways and in the huge, life-altering ways. Changes in temperature, changes in color, changes in scenery, changes in time. But this year in particular, Fall came in guns hot. For one, my parents sold our childhood home in Orlando. We had lived in that neighborhood since 1998 and just last week my parents handed over the keys to the new owners. My last weekend at my house was definitely bittersweet. Sorting through and boxing up everything we had collected over the years definitely brought me back. Not to mention—…

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    Gone MIA

    It’s been a hot minute since I posted on here, but here’s why I’ve gone MIA…because I’ve literally gone to MIA. I recently made the move to Miami and couldn’t be happier. In the beginning of July I packed up and started school. SCHOOL, AGAIN?! I know I know, if you would’ve asked me a year ago to go back to school, I would’ve looked at you, laughed, and then maybe thrown a bunch of sharpened pencils at you. But I am going back to school again, for the third time, and embarking on a whole new career path. I’m going…

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    The Yin and Yangs of Introverts and Extroverts

    I’m going to be completely honest—when I was younger, I always struggled with being an introvert. It was never easy. I always dreamed of being the first to raise my hand in the classroom. The one to express my ideas with full assertion. The one to step up to the plate and call attention. Before any party, group project, meeting or class presentation, I would give myself the same little pep talks. Speak up, Daphne. Say Something, Daphne. Be fun, Daphne. Don’t over think, Daphne. But really, all I was feeding myself was a big spoonful of pressure and bellyaches.…