My readership has grown quite a bit while I’ve been in Budapest. I’m so happy you loved a little virtual sightseeing mixed in with the usual DIY goodness, but I’m coming home in a few days. Will you still stop by Dans le Townhouse when I’m actually back in the townhouse?
Sure you will! I’ve got plans, Stan! Some really fun (and easy) DIY projects are on the horizon. But I’ll also be chilling out, maxing and relaxing all cool, getting re-acquainted with my Canadian life.
In four months, I have not:
- gone to a movie
- watched television
- had a phone conversation
- slept on a mattress
- seen my employer
- used a clothes dryer
- paid a bill online
- gone a week without getting grief from a stranger
- taken any guff (looking at you, Parliament security guard. I sure told you what’s what)
- shoveled snow
- missed centipedes
- listened to the radio
- spent a day without speaking some Hungarian
- baked anything
- driven a car
- had much variety in my wardrobe
- used a dishwasher (or microwave)
- bought in bulk
- seen my Canadian family or friends (except Mom and Hubby!)
- re-organized a cupboard or drawer
- taken a bath (this needs clarification: I’ve showered)
- worn high heels
- had any drama in my life
- hosted a dinner party
- been able to put impoverished people out of my mind
- put paint to canvas
- sat in a truly comfortable chair
- read a home decor magazine
- seen a cat (where are all the cats?)
- UPDATE: Amy reminded me about the drooling stray I snuggled. Budapest, though, has been weirdly cat-free!
- made a purchase without converting the amount to CAD in my head
- used a treadmill
- gone a day without walking
This list could go on forever. My whole life has been different in Budapest, from the minutiae to the grand scale. I feel a bit nervous going home, is that weird?
In addition to some chillaxin’, I am planning to make my return home as life changing as being here has been.
For one thing, I’ve promised myself that I have to slow down and appreciate home more. Here, even en route to do work, I marveled at the architecture, the history, the beauty . . . the differentness. I don’t marvel enough at home, even though I live in one of the most beautiful countries in the world. From now on, if you see me in the streets, I’ll be marveling. In fact, after a blip in my confidence (okay, it was shaken and stirred), I feel good. These four months have ultimately made me feel more capable. Right now, I feel so full of vim and vigor, I am convinced I can do anything if I just put my mind to it. I am hoping this confidence doesn’t subside.
I never know when sneaky, unexpected feelings will hit me.
To help with the accomplishing of fantastical goals, I am also planning on concocting a good, productive routine. I used to hate routine. I love working from home because of the freedom. Thrifting at 2:00pm? Yay. Impromptu beach or snowboarding day? Let me just get the SPF. But then it’s working until midnight for a few days to catch up. I still don’t love the idea of a routine, but I had to have more structure in Budapest and realized it kept me more motivated to stay on task. Look at me, I got stuff done! So I’m going to construct a better balance between the giddy liberation I love and the fact that there are things that need doing in a timely manner. Preferably before the vampires come out.