I would be 22 in half an hour. I don’t feel like one. I thought 22 years old would be the year of me blooming into womanhood and finally find my inner-poise. I am still me. That’s it. I don’t know whether it is something to applaud or loathe. Perhaps something in between. 22 is a difficult age, twisted with uncertainty and fear of not becoming the person I wanted to be…but might as well enjoy it.
HELLO! I AM EVE
I have been a professional writer for five years.
Gastronomy, lifestyle, travel, sustainability, culture, and history are some of the themes that I have worked with in the past. I love getting involves with individuals, companies, organizations, and communities with stories to tell.
Words, sentences, stories... these are my passion. I love to take new challenges in writing for various format and media. I create contents for websites, blogs, and communication materials.
Reach me at eve(dot)tedja(at)gmail(dot)com
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