mark my words

In 10 years, I'm going to be completely fluent in French, Polish, and Hungarian (and English, of course). One Romance language, one Slavic language, one Finno-Ugric language, and one Germanic language. Quadruple threat, baby.  

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goodbye, great smoky mountains

The thing I'll miss the most about South Carolina: My weekend trips to the Great Smokies. It would take four hours to drive up to North Carolina, but I didn't mind. I'd usually rent out an Airbnb and spend most of my Saturday and Sunday hiking. I would always listen to audiobooks on my hikes. …

trash

In an attempt to clean up and revamp this silly little blog, I've gone through and read all of my posts since summer of 2013. I deleted and unpublished several posts. Things I wrote for school, stuff I no longer agree with. Moved 'em to the trash, ladies and gentlemen and non-conforming friends. But. Y'all. …

fears

One thing I'm really nervous about re: this big Hungary move: The sexism. And ageism. And here's the usual disclaimer: Not every man is a pig in Hungary — that's not what I mean at all. There are plenty of lovely men in Budapest. Etc, ec.  But the culture is different. It's more acceptable to …