Less than a week away...

The day I fly to Ecuador is less than a week away.

I still have lots to do, such as buy two suitcases, get my criminal records translated to Spanish, and meet all my close friends before I head off to South-America for an entire year. 

I'm still in the stage of "is this really happening?", even though I've spent my last three months planning this trip. I felt like this before all my major trips. Like, maybe it’s all just a dream, and if it is, I shouldn’t get all hyped up about it. I felt like this when I went to Texas, to Detroit and when my father and I went to Amsterdam.

I’ll miss Budapest, my family and friends, but I also know that this trip will help me grow up, and mature in ways that are unimaginable to me at this very moment.


O.H

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