My final few days in Budapest were euphoric. My mother and I felt beyond blessed to be content with our companionship; i.e. not random mother-daughter arguing! We really enjoyed our quality time and it was astoundingly joyful.
My mom is my favorite travel buddy. I love how we travel. We find the best cafes and shops. Little bits of magic and old spots of nostalgia. We are a discovering duo.
I wrapped up the last of our adventure, and I am home in Charleston missing it terribly. I have an awful lot to share about being present and I plan to do so soon. Thank you for reading, texting me you love me, and the sweet support. I am a lucky lady! Love you all.
D A Y 4 ~ M O N D A Y
Lunch: Villa Bagatelle. Modern vibes yet you feel like you are a little girl in a castle. Gluten free friendly. I ate a lovely chicken entree for lunch, followed by rich hot chocolate and fresh gluten free bread from the bakery below.
Dinner: És Bisztró. Located at the Kempinski Hotel. Sometimes people are scared away when restaurants are in a hotel but this is not the place to be afraid of. Gluten free friendly ~ they even had a gluten free bread roll for me before dinner!
D A Y 5 ~ T U E S D A Y
Lunch: Déryné. We love it there and were able to meet up with a dear friend and some of her friends! I had risotto. Gluten free friendly.
Visit: House of Terror. An intense museum, but well done. It is nearly entirely in Hungarian- love the authenticity but confusing. I left knowing that I need to learn more about communism in Hungary.
So… this gelato. Initially, my goal was to get gelato from Gelarto Rosa once a day in Budapest. It didn’t happen. I did indulge the two times I had the opportunity to go! This trip to Gelarto Rosa, I had several helpings. Due to a complication involving spicy chocolate instead of dark chocolate, I had 3 servings. They were incredibly kind about the confusion but I did not care because I was stuffed with gelato. Gluten free friendly. And friendly!
D A Y 6 ~ W E D N E S D A Y
Blue Budapest. Mom and I went on a short morning stroll, and we gazed at fall in full bloom. I really did not want to leave. I had the motivation of returning to Econ and a presentation, which honestly really helped me get on the plane. My sweet as ever mom ubered to the airport with me and took public back into the city. I wanted to be with her for every possible second.
I love Budapest. I love the people I saw. Conversations. Adventures. Laughter. Love. This trip was a huge blessing and I returned home overflowing with the love I had received. I know it is a long journey for a short trip, but it was worth every second of agonizing jet lag. I am young and full of energy. Now is the time for these trips. Especially a trip home, to a city I love with a mother I cherish.
Fall Break! A few days ago, I traveled to Europe to meet up with my cool mom in our sweet Budapest! I had originally planned to take a trip to the west coast, but somehow planned a trip to Hungary instead. Yolo, am I right? Budapest is dear to my heart, as crucial years of my childhood were spent there. Budapest with my mom is even better, and we were thrilled to take advantage of a few days off from school. I have been intensely missing my mom since she left the country not too long ago. The past few months have been challenging but have strengthened independence in myself as well as my mother. It is important to recognize the relationships of security in our lives, while maintaining an independent mindset. An unhealthy dependence on my mother will not help me grow, only hold me back. These times where my mom and I are living in different countries is usually hard on me, but always worth it. It is worth it because if not one but both of us are being challenged and our relationship is always revitalized in this process.
A few days before I ventured to Budapest I watched an endearing video from the Man Repeller, in which Leandra had the chance to chat with Diane Von Furstenberg. Diane shared some sweet advice about long distance relationships; she was referring to a romantic relationship but this can definitely be applied to all relationships with distance.
“Absence is to love what the wind is on the fire. It distinguishes the small one and amplifies the big one.“ -DVF
I thought about my mom and how much my love for her has grown since leaving for college. These international adventures of ours make me miss her more, and love her more. I realize the wise advice she has, the comfort of her hugs and the authenticity of her mother’s love. I am incredibly undeserving of her love but grateful.
I adore love. Everything about it warms my heart. The best part is, loving others. As much as I love, love; I have struggled with feeling and knowing that I am loved. I struggle with the idea that God loves me and have trouble believing others when they say they love me. Luckily, I have never doubted my mother’s love for me. I know without any hesitation, that the capacity she has to love me, is because she knows Christ and that intensifies her love by lightyears. It is not her love that fills me to the brim, it is God’s love; she just happens to be an incredibly lovely vessel of love.
The timing could not have been more perfect for my tattoo.
I have known for quite a few years that I am interested in tattoos. I used to fear the pain and then realized, I want one… or some. I slowly introduced the thought to my mother and she warmed up to it. She even knew the idea of this tattoo in May, but I honestly do not think she believed I could do it. I decided to surprise her in Budapest with a tattoo!
“I love you.” Written by my mother, engraved on my left wrist. Life has been testing me, and not feeling loved has taken a toll on my heart. From the moment I saw my tattoo, things have been different, my life has been full. It is weird and possibly a little crazy. When I saw it, i teared up and was overwhelmed with love. I had been praying for God to love me in whatever way He wanted to. I was frustrated with what I was turning to, so I asked Him to give me what I know He wants for me, in His way. I want to look at my wrist to be reminded of my mother’s love for me, which is only possible by Christ. I want to look at my tattoo, and strive to love others like my mom has loved me. I successfully surprised her, and she loved it. Her enthusiasm was fantastic, I love her so much.
D A Y 1 ~ A D V E N T U R E
Day 1 Travel talk: I love international flights as they are a great comfort to me. I had a cozy outfit and packed a killer carry on. My carry on advice: good book, headphones, notebook, layers of cozy (I go to the extent of packing pj’s for international flights to encourage sleep) as well as a reasonably sized soft blanket because we all can agree that airplane blankets are nasty. OH and dietary restrictions, make sure to arrange beforehand with the airline or your travel agent. I had gluten free meals for my long flights and that is VERY important. I also come prepared with well packed snacks; including yummy cookies and good tea.
Airbnb perfection!! My mom and I got a super cute apartment on the Buda side. It was a cozy studio that was the perfect combination of cute and euro randomness. Stairs were involved but it was nothing compared to my five floor walk up in New York this summer. The building was beautiful and the courtyard was especially stunning!
My first evening in Budapest was quiet as I was in a delirious lull thanks to jet lag. I took a long bath, nervously holding my arm out of the tub (tattoo) and then got nice and cozy for an evening walk. The air was bitter and it was bliss. Hungry and sleepy, I wandered until I found gluten free cereal and almond milk. Gluten free in Hungarian is gluténmentes and can also be noted as GM (otherwise GF Stateside). I hauled back to the flat and proceeded to eat my yummy cereal and rent a movie on itunes. I drifted into a happy slumber, thankful to be home in Budapest!
D A Y 2 ~ S A T U R D A Y
Began my day with a strong attempt to get over jet lag by going on a run. That was after sleeping in way too late, however the run was intensely refreshing. Jet lag was and has been hell in a handbasket! Whole Foods sells homeopathic jet lag pills and I forgot to get them before I left and seriously regret it! Lesson learned my dears.
Soon after the run, my mom arrived from Oman! Check out her sick pics HERE! It was a happy reunion and I surprised her with the tattoo. She loved it, praise tha Lawd. After a few lazy hours, we ventured out. You will quickly realize, that our days began in the afternoon like a true vacation with jet lag.
Afternoon: Déryné. I snuggled up in my poncho with my favorite tea. Fresh mint. Accompanied by a giant meringue. Few things I love more in the world than sitting by my mother at a cafe, and in Europe of course.
Evening: After our indulgent afternoon tea and snack we ubered our way to the Pest side for dinner with friends. It was a happy reunion and our dinner was delicious. We went to The Vintage Garden and they were very sweet and respectful of the whole gluten free thing. I had goat cheese stuffed chicken and potatoes that were prepared in an especially Hungarian manner.
D A Y 3 ~ S U N D A Y
Can you say Y U M?! I hope you can because you would hate to miss out on this comfort food action. Gluten free gnocchi with spinach and goat cheese. TG Italiano
How to end an already perfect Sunday? See a ballet. Swan Lake at the Hungarian Opera House. The gorgeous costumes and ornate set were sensational. We managed to snag great seats and couldn’t have had a better time. This was my first experience seeing Swan Lake and I have to say it was an intriguing interpretation that led to great post-performance conversation. I am happy I seized that opportunity to be inspired! What a day.
Will post Part 2 in a few days. Can’t wait to show you more pictures and share more adventures. I am so grateful for this trip. I am so grateful for my international adventures. Budapest is home, what a life, thank you God.
Iphone photography by myself, Davy for the tats and my mom on random occasions
I hate the, “Where are you from?” I guess I have to say Baltimore, but I wince. “I’m sort of a nomad…” and I shrug my shoulders. After living in Budapest, Hungary for five and a half years, my mom and I moved to Baltimore, Maryland. However, I never found myself settled in Baltimore. I struggled as a young kid and developing young adult to truly adapt to the culture. In middle school, we decided to homeschool and we ventured around the globe. I began traveling on my own, and visited friends internationally as well as stateside. During that time, we spent a brief few months in Ghana, and I became acquainted with yet another culture. I continued on by spending all four years of high school in Baltimore, and then was anxious to hustle out and get myself to college.
Where am I from? I do not know. Struggles of a Nomad. Struggles of a missionary kid. Struggles of a Third Culture Kid. I associate many places with home. My earliest memories, rest in Budapest. In order to walk by my preschool, I have to get on a plane. Is that weird? Can you understand how strange that is for me? I left Budapest, but I really never moved on. One should not have to forget the joy I experienced. My time as a child in Budapest was blessed- filled with laughter and love. It was truly unique, and I hope to live through another experience as transcending as my childhood.
Touch down in Budapest for a few days of my spring break, and a roller coaster of feels progressed. The Lord took me to Europe this spring break, it was Him for sure. It was a touch overwhelming. I was in a distracted and excited environment of a conference. I was seeing friends from all over, and people from my childhood. I walked into church and ran into a friend, she hustled over to give me a hug and I was choked up by memories. I was tossed back into my childhood environment. Quickly realizing how difficult the next few days would be without my mom, I knew I had to brace myself for the adjustment.
Sociologist David C. Pollock defines A Third Culture Kid as, “a person who has spent a significant part of his or her developmental years outside the parents’ culture.” My experience as a Third Culture Kid has left me with little stability, a constant need to be on the move, and discomfort in my parent culture. That might all sound horrendous, but it is actually my norm. It leads me to a different life than most, and it has brought me incredible experiences that most would not have the opportunity to understand.
Understanding my life as a Third Culture Kid:
Jet lag. When I was little I would cry because I thought it was a monster, I did not understand. Turns out it is a monster.
Planes are a comfort zone. From my airport arrival routine, to the cozy blanket always packed for the plane- I’ve got it down. I always come prepared with snacks, books and magazines. I lurve it.
My weather app: Does not solely consist of my current element. I am always on the lookout to see how cold it is Helsinki or gray in Budapest.
I frequently play the, “In this time, if I was in Europe…” I would be sleeping, or eating or… I find myself imagining the time of another country than my own.
Currency. I grew up on the Hungarian Forint. How about you?
I have great friends all over the world. I’m continuing to create new global friendships #cantstop #wontstop
I get confused as to which direction the faucets will emerge hot or cold. It takes a minute for me to adjust in any country that I am in, and I currently have to keep asking my roommate which way turns the kitchen faucet scalding hot.
The lack of a traditional shower in a non-U.S bathroom does not phase me.
Public transport is preferable to cars. I have the best car, but I love a good metro journey.
My passport is always close to me. Get me outta here! (The U.S)
I am more comfortable in cultures outside of my own, and I have more trouble adjusting to cultural norms from “my own,” country of the U.S. Reverse-culture shock, whenever I come “home.”
Few things cause me as much anxiety as, “Where are you from?” I would much rather you not ask me. Have you seen the grimace?
I am attempting to convey, that the lifestyle of being on the move is a blessing. It is also partially motivated by experiences that few can relate to. In my more recent years, motivation of simply seeing the world has been changed to connect to my global friendships and desires for international missions. I can explore for days, drink hot chocolate until my tongue is burnt and roam unique shops forever- but my exploration of God’s globe is bigger than myself. Nearing my senior year of college, (sidenote: Holy Crap?!) I am realizing that real life is not only coming soon, but is happening now. Responsibilities, career goals and life on the mission field are resting heavily on my heart. I aspire to a full life. Which I surely know I already experience. My heart is content- yet as an evolving adult, I will always be adapting to my future. I hope this insight of my personal life can further explain qualities about myself, or give you a better understanding about my adventures.