I did a lot of stupid things when I was a teenager. I wore glitter to school. I thought bell bottom jeans really would make a comeback. I posted several Facebook statuses a day to my 3+ friends. And I also firmly believed that an orange, fake tanned skin was miles better than my naturally fair self.
Mistakes, all of them. I look back on my yearbook photos and Facebook rewinds and cringe.
I didn’t realize it until just days ago, but it turns out that I was committing a far greater sin than drugstore bronzer lotion.
I was taking care of my skin. Actually, I still am.
Absolutely nothing on earth could've prepared me for the onslaught of nonsense that was 2017. It was like a non-stop Far Side cartoon come to life, where Vinny from "Jersey Shore" schools us on climate change and Dennis Rodman is a harbinger of peace.
What will 2018 bring? Who can say. I'm half-convinced Grumpy Cat will be my state's senator, but time will tell.
Here, however, are 8 things I'm almost 100% sure will go down. Let the fireworks begin.
The first time I ever heard of Prague and the Czech Republic, I was much younger and my knowledge was beyond limited. If you had asked me to point to it on a map, I would’ve shrugged and gone back to watching “House Hunters.”
Even in undergrad, as I heard more and more people studying abroad in this mystical city, my grasp was still vague at best.
Four years later, I made it here, and to be honest, I’m still not sure how.
The Czech Republic, and Prague in particular, has exceeded my expectations. Everyday I’m here, I’m in awe of this beautiful area. I love it more and more everyday.
I don’t want to leave, but my flight takes off in a few days and they’re not great about refunds… so…
I’ll admit, I’m not exactly the most up-to-date on technology. I forget to update my phone constantly (or sometimes just ignore it altogether) and I’m still not 100% sure what my international data plan means.
But net neutrality is so important, even someone as tech-challenged as me can get it.
So if this is new to you, rest assured, I gotcha. John Oliver put together two fantastic segments that’ll tell you everything you need to know.
I’ve been trying to get to Italy since high school. I actually started studying Italian early on as an undergrad to expedite the process. This was also around the time that I learned that, despite my best efforts, I’ll never be able to roll my r’s like the Italians do. Making my attempts at the language atrocious at best.
Anyways, when I finalized the plans to study in Prague, there was only one place I wanted to spend Thanksgiving week/my 23rd birthday.
Italy, you made for the best week ever.
Fun fact: Budapest was rated #18 by the Telegraph in Best Places to Live, and #1 in my heart.
Much like my exposure to Copenhagen, learning about Budapest started in… 3rd grade? I think? My memory is way hazier on this one. I remember we read a book about WWII, but I couldn’t tell you the name. Plot wise, I recall a girl realizing the war had led to starving zoo animals, and deciding to feed the animals with straw rugs and hats, and got other people to donate them too. That’s about all I got. If any of this rings a bell, please let me know. It’s kind of starting to bug me.
Nonetheless, it was a beautiful weekend in the city. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky the entire time we were there, just blue skies and sunshine.
I was in 4th grade when I knew I wanted to go to Copenhagen.
We were reading Number the Stars, which takes place in that very city. As a result, we spent the better part of a few months learning about Denmark, Danish culture and the language. I can still count to ten in Danish. Ask me sometime.
So a weekend in Copenhagen was the stuff of dreams. I was way too excited about it. Over ten years later, I'd see the city I had read and heard so much about. I even reread Number the Stars beforehand. Still as incredible as I remembered. Please give it a read if you get the chance.
I'd like to say the trip went off without a hitch, but I'm not a great liar, so use this post as an opportunity to learn from my mistakes. Let's go!
This latest post is around 1,000 years late because did you know MacBook trackpads can malfunction? I sure didn't. Now I know.
Fixing my spazzed out laptop involved finding an authorized Mac repair shop, dragging myself over there, and saying farewell to the darn thing for two weeks. I'll never take it for granted again. Probably.
This mishap was one in a series of mishaps because that's just what happens when you travel. I've been to three different countries in the last two weeks. If something didn't go wrong, I'd be amazed.
So let's get rolling! This post will be longer than usual, so grab a snack and try not to hate me as I attempt to recount the last 14ish days.
about the author
Great hair, average personality.