Catch-up!

Soooo, I updated my Tumblr once while I was abroad. This is that post, from June 13, 2011 (i.e., like two weeks ago):

There is going to be minimal keeping-up with the blogging/documentation, as there has been in the almost-week-and-a-half since I moved out of my housing. Internet is just too hard to come by without an laptop/ipad/cell phone/itouch/something that does me good when there’s wifi around.

I’ve been snaking my way across England the last week or so, mostly with Melbourne and her mother—we started in the Yorkshire Dales, then sort of criss-crossed back up to the Lake District (I played the piano in John Ruskin’s house! =P), then went south to Chester to see some Roman and English Civil War stuff. I split with them the next morning and took a train to Oxford, then another train to Salisbury—the closest town to Stonehenge, which was FANTASTIC—and then flew out of London to Budapest.

I’ve finally got internet, all thanks to the hostel I’m staying at. (Haven’t found a single internet cafe yet, but now I don’t need to!)

Budapest is pretty fantastic. Gorgeous, and all I did was wander today. After dinner I walked down the riverfront (of the Danube) past the parliament, across a bridge, past the palace, and back up the other side of the river. Marvelous pictures, but I don’t know if I brought the right cord to do any uploading. (Move-out/packing for this trip turned into an all-nighter, so I’m still not quite sure what’s in my bag.)

The hostel is nice, even if the internet is slow. The rooms are big and brightly colored, and the people are nice. I’m going to the opera tomorrow with a Dutch guy I met tonight—the tickets are so cheap. There’s a tram line right outside, though, so I’m glad I’ve got ear plugs. (Lame but effective.)

And the heat out here. It’s not as humid as I was expecting, but my fingers have swollen up. It makes me glad I haven’t been wearing rings.

Suddenly so, so tired. Going to see Verdi’s Otello tomorrow evening at the opera. G’night, world. <3

Last night

Tonight's the last night of my lease. Those of us that're left will be kicked out tomorrow at ten AM, bright and... semi-early. And no, I'm not packed yet. I'm working on it. I tried to take a picture of the bomb site that is my room, but my camera died.

I'm kind of freaking out. Not too much, but I'm hungry and all the food has been binned and I'm tired because it's three in the morning, and it's not really making for the best mental state at the moment.

And even if I was packed at this precise moment in time, I'd still have to vacuum and dust. Gaaahhh.

Kincaid's Court, it's been... interesting. Both disgusting and the best year of my life thus far.