“This is my town, this is my City.”
My life in 2 pages.
Ok, so let’s start in the beginning.
I live in Hungary, which is a small country in the middle of Europe. We, Hungarians are extremely proud (and I have no idea why, probably because of our history, that we suffered so much), and as I see, this is a very closed and introvert nation. That’s why I don’t like living here – watching the bored faces on the streets, hearing that everything is bad and never going to be better, living in a negative, pessimistic country. It just kills me inside.
Although, I love my country. It’s beautiful, with all those fields and buildings and artistic places, the countryside full with nice people, the vineries and things like that.
So, this is where I live – in Budapest, to be exact, which is the capital of our little country. I love the nightlife of the city, it always makes me smile. I’m sure it’s not like New York, not even London, but it’s my home.
Back to my life - sorry for boring you all with my hometown.
I have no idea what’d others say about my attitude, my perceptions about life. I believe that we live to have fun, to achieve everything, to live in our dreams and to be happy. Of course, there are many bad things can happen, but without falling down, we never have a chance to get up and feel the glory.
So this is how I live. I love learn new things, experience everything, travel a lot, help others and be around people. Get to know them. Be with them. Be part of their lives.
I want to be a writer, I want to travel and I want to learn about other cultures. And my friends? I hate what they say when I talk about my dreams. “How can you leave me just like this?”
They don’t really understand. It’s not about leaving, but to live a full life, which is my only desire. Of course I’d miss them, I’m not a heartless bitch. But I can’t sit on my ass in an office, get old in the same place with my high-school boyfriend, have kids and become a grandmother. I don’t want to sit on the porch, dreaming about another life, watching the time pass. Oh, God, that’d be my nightmare.
Instead, I travel a lot. I meet new people. I smoke. I drink. I learn. I write. I live.
And Who are You?
