The past few months have been quite the whirlwind. After moving to Canada last year I’ve had a ton of ups and downs that came down to a few factors. Being away from your family and having just graduated University makes for some obstacles in itself but after a year I think I’ve finally found the balance I was looking for. Next month will be pretty big for me. A three year anniversary with the incredible man I moved her for and we’re moving in together! I’d say I did more than good 🙂 Here are just a few of the little details from my amazing year.

1/Canada day in Ottawa with incredible friends. 2/England for one night in August with my best girlfriends. 3/Finally comfortable in red lips. 4/My beautiful sister and cousin in Morocco. 5/A stunning gift from my mother. 6/My bag for Autumn in deep green. 7/The new Korres pomegranate and rose line. 8/Holt Renfrew’s birthday with my fashionista friend

9/Beauty events and the little details. 10/Hawaii – the most incredible vacation with people I love, a home away from home. 11/My baby and I on the sands of Oahu. 12/ Summer in Canada filled with good food, company and reads. 13/ a London treat. 14/15/16 A few friends that have changed my life for the better. 

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 {On our way to the Atlas mountains}

Morocco is my home by blood. Although I wasn’t born there, my mother made the effort to take us back every year so that we could learn about our roots and remember our families. Living in England we had no family, so it was always nice to go back. It was serendipity that brought Hajar and I together. My Moroccan best friend whom I met online — back when that was cool. Whilst at university we traveled as much as we could and I had the chance to visit Marrakech for the first time.

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{blissful beauty in Paris}

Lately I’ve been daydreaming and reminiscing about my trips to Paris, a lot. I wish I could take advantage of my (burgundy book) passport and move to France. If I spoke the language I wouldn’t think twice. No use being a writer in a country where you can’t speak the language, right? It’s funny, my Year teacher, Mr Short, would always yell at me and say “One day you’ll look back and wish you’d focused in this class”, but I suppose when you’re 16-years-old you don’t think about those things.

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