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Personal Narrative: From Moving To Italy

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A year ago today I had my eyes set on attending an university in the UK. My immediate family was planning to move to Italy after I graduated and to stay there for roughly three years. All while the maternal side of my family was already in Croatia. It seemed to me that for once in a long time, the majority of my loved ones and I would be on the same continent for a couple years. As winter faded away and spring thankfully arrived with the news of receiving an offer from a british University, I buckled down and started self studying for the AP exams I needed to receive a five on; in order to meet their offer requirements. After weeks of taking released past exams and learning that Red Bull doesn 't affect me, I taped down my last AP label and

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