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In the month of September alone, I’ve had both a horse’s muzzle and the barrel of a gun starring down my face. Makes for an impressionable 5 weeks. Prior to arriving to Sofia, Bulgaria, I intentionally internalized this month to be more instinctual and less over thinking (sort of ironic since I thought Bulgaria would be the most debatable place I visit this year). It’s a mentality that can be summed up quite easily...
I’ve partied on remote islands in Asia, fortresses in Serbia, and celebrity VIP sections in Miami Beach. But nothing holds a candle to turning up in the middle of a deep, pitch black forest, somewhere near Prague, Czech Republic. *Disclaimer, my momma called me and asked that I tone down the lewd language in my blogging, so I will keep the profanity to a minimum. Not making any promises though. ;)*
6 months into traveling non-stop and ish gets real. People are dropping out, you are comparing experiences in one country/continent to another, and the people, culture, and living conditions from one place to the next are drastically different. At first you love the stark contrast and then, for some unknown reason, you are overwhelmed with strong disdain for all things *insert preferred country here*. From there, internal conflict sets in as a spiraling train of runaway thoughts floods your mind. Do I even like it here? Do I keep going? Should I just go back to Asia? I know fasho I ain’t going back to the States. Where do I belong?
Parks, European architecture, cafes, and a motherf***ing fortress bruh. The shift from Asia to Europe has been nothing short of mind-boggling, and to put icing on the cake, my first stop is Belgrade, Serbia. Prior to touching down in the city of trees and stones, I knew nothing about the culture, people, or geography, and therefore could neither form opinion or expectation. I quickly found solace...
