Week One

Week One,

I left Boulder terrified last week. After all, I just packed up all my stuff and moved to a country where I don't speak the language, nor do I know anything about anything. But luckily, the unknown is beautiful.

I arrived at my apartment in Budapest flustered and anxious. My luggage would arrive a day late due to timing with my layover in Memphis. I had no clothes or really anything except my toothbrush and jewelry. Odd combination. It was okay though, Ellora my friend and roommate would be arriving in a few hours. Or so I thought...

That night a Boeing 747 crashed in Heathrow causing all flights to be canceled including Ellora's. It seemed that I would be alone for a night in Budapest with no money or idea of where I was. But happily, I prevailed.

Ellora arrived the next day along with my luggage. We've had a few problems since then, Ellora's missing bags, broken heater, broken stove, no internet, frozen bank accounts, broken dresser, and no oven mitts or paper towels. However, all is well and fixed apart from the dresser and oven mitts.

Budapest is BEAUTIFUL!!!! Or "Szep" in Hungarian. This city is bustling with no crime and interesting people. Pretty much everyone speaks English, though now I have enough Magyar to get by. I've started taking my classes, and they are just normal, difficult classes, but centralized on central Europe and Hungary. I love it so much here. And in two weeks I'm going to Prague. The weekend after that, I'm going to London. Europe is so nice like that.

Happiness is flowing off me in waves.