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The Uncertainty of Life

Steam rises from my little glass teapot. It's the fifth brewing of the Tung Ting Oolong, so it's a little bit weak even though the color is still a clear gold. Employees of the tea shop are in front of me, an older couple across the way, and a single girl behind me. In the other room are more groups. The chatter rises above the music, but I can't understand any of it because it's all in Hungarian.

I'm here by myself. Two friends visited, but one had to go home to London, and the other to a conference in Zürich.

I have a tendency, when traveling alone, to stay holed up in my AirBnb. But after a day of that I wanted to get out. This place is perfect. I can drink my tea, feel like I'm around people, but not be distracted by their conversations.

My favorite game to play by myself is to imagine a kid version of myself could see me now. What would he think? Usually he'd just be surprised, I think. How random is it that I'm sitting in Budapest, by myself, writing? It's not significant in any way, but I wouldn't have guessed it, either.

Frustration With a Side of Cookies

On Reviving Roses

Originally posted: Thursday, December 11, 2008

I know it's been a few days since I've written anything substantial. I can't say that I've been busy, just not much to write about. Today, however, is different!

For whatever reason I was just in a grumpy mood today. Maybe it's because I haven't done ANYTHING over the past 4 days! I haven't had to work, nothing left to do for school this semester, not a whole lot at home to do...nothing. I'm not the type of person that can just sit at home, without a thing in the world to do. Sure, I would love to be able to not work...but I better have lots of money to travel or be involved in other ways, OR I better be a stay at home mom.

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