I had been in Budapest for a week at this point (the “s” is pronounced “sh” in Hungary, by the way, so pronounce it “Budapesht” if you want to sound local). My first week on my completely solo long-term trip abroad. Me, my backpack, and my one-way ticket. I somehow wasn’t nervous at all, and…
I have an oddly specific memory of being fourteen years old in my bedroom with my lifelong best friend who I still talk to regularly. This is the age where you start to develop a sense of consciousness: there is, in fact, a life after high school. And it is, in fact, up to you…