If You Could Read My Mind, Love
Oh wow, I’m here. Hello, Prague.
Hello, Remote Year.
I’ve been waiting for this for so long.
You’re making your dreams come true.
So tired. Must sleep.
Apartment and roommate are great. Workspace is dreamy.
I know I don’t understand any Czech, but why are people saying “ahoy” to each other?
Now that you’re here, you can finally relax.
Oh wait, you’re not on vacation. Better get some work done.
Oh yay, Vietnamese food.
Wow, 70 is a lot of people.
Oh, you remember my name and I don’t remember yours. I’m an asshole.
Google Maps is magical.
Google Translate gives me a false sense of hope but now I know that “ahoy/ahoj” means hello.
I love the transit system.
I love the honor system.
I love the color of the rooftops.
The buildings. Oh my god, the buildings.
Wow, there are hordes of tourists here.
Oh yay, Thai food.
Yup, beer really is cheaper than water.
An evening at the art museum.
Grocery shopping in Czech is funny. I wonder what I bought.
This is kind of stressful.
This is kind of confusing.
This is kind of overwhelming.
Time to phone a friend.
This is kind of hard to explain.
I’m not usually a crier but …
Ok, this is totally normal. You didn’t think this would be easy, did you?
Right, I’m here to get out of my comfort zone.
This is extremely uncomfortable.
I must be growing so much as a person right now.
Oh good, a real conversation with another person who feels the same way.
Maybe we can be friends.
I hope it’s not too late to make friends.
It’s going to be ok.
New day. New attitude.
Ahh, the breeze.
Prague, you so pretty.
Dobrý deň means hello/good day and I can actually pronounce it.
Yay, Indian food!
I should probably try Czech food.
Wow, there’s a lot going on.
Sure, I’ll go to lunch with ten people.
Ouch. I have a headache.
This isn’t getting any easier.
Are most people having the best time ever?
It sort of looks like most people are having the best time ever.
Hmm, am I doing it wrong?
12 months is a long time.
What was I thinking?
Should I go home?
Where would I live?
No, going home now would feel like a failure.
Ok, I’ll stay.
If I want to leave after month three, I can leave.
That sounds perfectly reasonable.
Ok, I’ll try Czech food.
Hmm, maybe I just didn’t order well.
Looking for answers.
Looking for purpose.
A really long walk.
A slightly awkward massage.
A day in Dresden, Germany.
Navigating the local farmers market.
I could live on these strawberries.
I sort of miss kale.
I never thought I’d say that.
And while we’re at it, I also miss my dog and my people.
I wonder what they’re doing right now.
Maybe I’ll call.
Oh wait, it’s the middle of the night there.
Maybe I’ll distract myself with a bad TV show in bed.
Thank goodness for fast wifi.
I wonder if we’ll have fast wi-fi in Serbia.
If we don't, I guess I'll be able to say "I survived a month in Serbia with slow wi-fi."
Yep, like that.
Impressive, I know.