#6 Right in the Middle


musings and gelato

I thought about how I loved Budapest and all of its quirks. How it was so distinct from other places — unpolished and rough around the edges, yet somehow classic and modern at the same time. I didn’t think I’d ever be done with Budapest — I’d been here twice and still hadn’t seen everything. Travel could be difficult that way. You go somewhere, wanting to see everything, do everything, experience all you can. You go knowing there won’t be enough time for everything. And when you leave, it has to be enough.