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Well hello hello from Hungary.
Things didn't go the way I planned (when do they?) and I'm already here. Croatia was nice, white sand and clear waters, great ice cream and alright waves, but we stayed at a village with 3000 people so I'm kind of happy about being back in a city since the beaches weren't THAT great.
We got some sun but bad luck with weather seems to follow me wherever I go. Why, gods of the universe, WHY?? I guess I haven't deserved my sun. Life is unfair and my tan is pathetic.
My friends are still in Croatia, which leaves Budapest all for myself. This feeling is quite exhilarating, I've forgotten how much I love traveling alone. Except when you need to hang out at airports with a dead iPod, waiting for a flight that's more delayed than the return of Jesus, and you've spent your leftover kunas at the duty free shop on ridiculously expensive Belgian chocolate that's melting and going to waste and making you want to puke.
Oh yeah. I'm still dayed and confused, young and lost. The stress about September and next year feels like a thousand pound weight on my shoulders and I thought all this traveling and being away from home would help but it's only making it worse. I want to travel some more, goddamnit!
Today on a plane I was half asleep and I woke up to a realization that I've been thinking about a certain boy for 41 days. Forty-one.
Yeah yeah. I guess I'll go and find something to eat, I haven't been even thinking about food since the Belgian chocolate, as well as some random people to talk to. I'm bored, to be honest.
Have it good, you.