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Date: August 7thish

Zagreb is the first stop on our way to home and our last
stop of home.

Thus our journey begins: with a fully packed van, six
travelers already weary and faces towards the northeast.

Three hours until Budapest. Three hours until a new culture,
a new language, a new beginning. Three hours until a new city, a new school and
a new batch of friends.

With familiar music playing to remind us of home, we speed
to our destination, not knowing where we were going to live, and how long we
would live there. We just know our footsteps are directed to the two cities
that are one—Budapest.

Thrice I have said Budapest, and it was not on accident.
Yes, though it is a mnemonic device, as we learned last year, and helpful in
remembering stories, it is not the only reason. It is said three times to
remind myself that I live no longer in Sofia, and I no longer am an expert on
the city I live in.

I am a Budapestite. Not a Sofiana, but a Budapestite.

I am filled with apprehension as I undertake this next step
in my life. And that apprehension is filled with questions. What will my school
be like? Where will I live? Will I have friends that are like the ones in
Bulgaria? Will I even be somewhat the same person when I leave this place in
three years?

But Budapest shall be my inspiration, for it is a city
alight with music and words. So equipped with my camera, my pen, my voice and
my muse in the form of a stuffed dog, I will wander the streets and breathe.

You may say that I’m conflicted, and it’s true. But what I
truly want to know is will the good outweigh the bad? Or will the balance stay
slightly askew towards the bad as it does now? And truly, I do not know which
one I hope for more.

~The StoryWeaver

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Obituary.

I’m sad to inform anyone who’s reading this that PsychoKitty died a couple of months ago. We miss her very much and she is still loved. Hopefully, we will get another pet to take her place, but she will never be replaced.

~The StoryWeaver

This announcement needs a prologue. I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a couple of months, but I have a reason.

This summer, I moved from my home in Sofia, Bulgaria to Budapest, Hungary. I’ve been in transition for about a month now and in denial before that. It’s still a little hard for me to handle, but I’m getting there.

A good friend of mine that I look up to, said this about transition: “Transition” sounds so easy.  It’s not, though.  It’s like a roller coaster; sometimes there are fun parts and other times your head gets knocked around and you just want off the ride.  In the end, though – you get to have bragging rights – ‘I DID IT!!!'”

So, to celebrate my life on the rollercoaster now, I’m making a list of GOOD and BAD. Except, I’ve decided to shake it up and make it the SPLENDID and the BLAH

Splendid: Our apartment is so pretty and in the middle of the city.

Blah: We have to get up early for school, since it’s forty minutes by car.

S: There is a lovely tea shoppe by us, that I can go to and do my homework.

B: I don’t like my school.

S: I take choir and volleyball.

B: My classes are dull.

S: I’m learning a new language!

B: The school is in an ignorance bubble.

S: Budapest is pretty

B: I miss the mountains.

S: The girls are welcoming and nice.

B:  I miss my friends.

S: I can watch TV via Skype with Voldemort.

B: It’s not really the same.

So there’s my list. And my excuse. I’ll try to remember to post at least three times a week, maybe more. 🙂 You’ll get tired of me yet!

~The StoryWeaver

Birdi tagged me, so I think I should do this. 🙂 And I haven’t posted in FOREVER. (Birdi’s blog is here: http://chirpingsofabluebird.wordpress.com/)
A. Age: I just turned 15. OH yeah.
B. Bed size: Twin? I don’t know. European sizes are different.
C. Chore you hate: Washing dishes/putting dishes in the dishwasher. Because it’s so icky and my face always itches JUST as I start to get messy.
D. Day: Wednesdays and Fridays.
E. Essential start to your day: Tea. Coffee. Something warm that will give me energy. Sadly, it sometimes doesn’t happen.
F. Favorite color: It depends on my mood.
G. Gold or silver: Silver, definitely. But gold is pretty, though.
H. Height: Hmmm… 5’6, I think. Ish.
I. Instruments: VOICE! Yes, I love to sing. I played piano for 7 years but I’m not gifted.
J. Job title: Student. Missionary Kid. Writer.
K. Kids: I don’t have any, because I’m 15. But I love kids and one day hope to be a 1st grade teacher.
L. Live:  Aotearoa. I’m not getting any more specific than that. Sorry, internet stalkers.
M. Mom’s name: Teanna.
N. Nicknames: Virtually every people group I know calls me something different. US- Lexi. BG- Sasha. SCA- Anlexia (derived from anorexia. Don’t ask.) MG- Lexi Mae. Dad-Lexinator. Mom-Sissy, Seski. Voldemort- Shasha.
O. Overnight hospital stays: Being born apparently means that you stay the night in a hospital. Other than that? No.
P. Pet peeve: Wet hair dripping onto my back and making ME wet.
Q. Quote from a movie: “Sleep well and dream of large women.” — Princess Bride.
R. Right or left-handed: Rightie wishing she was a leftie.
S. Siblings: 3 sisters. I’m the eldest.
T. Time you wake up: Between 6 and 7, depending on whether or not I have choir.
U. Underwear: Doesn’t everyone wear underwear?
V. Vegetables you dislike: Brussel sprouts aren’t at the top of the list…
W. What makes you run late: I like to procrastinate, and I like to see how close I can cut it. Well, not really, but you get the idea.
X. X-rays you’ve had: Funny story… when I was about 4, my preschool called my parents, thinking I had a broken arm. So my parents took me to the hospital in a rush and sat with me in the waiting room for an hour. I told them I couldn’t move my arm repeatedly. When they called my name for an x-ray, suddenly I was healed. So no.
Y. Yummy food you make: Cuppycakes.
Z. Zoo: They’ re awesome. Officially.
~The StoryWeaver

I am so, so sorry. I can’t believe I haven’t posted in so long. Life has been crazy, with spring break and travelling, graduation and my social life. I’m ashamed. *Hangs head.* But I’m back now! Yes! And it’s time for day 15… a person I admire.

Mother Theresa. She’s pretty awesome. 🙂 You know, the woman who went to India and helped the lepers and poor? She’s just so amazing!

Who do you admire?

~The StoryWeaver

AHHHHH! AHHHH!

AHHHH! Yes, I know I have over used capitals. But I have a reason. And a very good one at that.

I JUST FINISHED MY NOVEL! YAY!
The one I was writing that is. *cheeky grin* Yes! It’s the first book I’ve written and it’s 82k+. 🙂 🙂 🙂

Can you tell I’m ecstatic?

Again, YAY!

~The StoryWeaver

If I could go anywhere in the world, I would want to go to either England or India.

I love England. I think it’s a writer thing because a lot of writers I know want to go. If I could, I would want to go back to York. It’s a small, quaint town that is so beautiful and old. I love it. I also would go to London- surprise, surprise- because it’s London!

I want to go to India pretty badly. It’s one of those countries that really turns your life around and I hope I have that opportunity.  I don’t know how I could handle the heat, though. 🙂

Other places I would like to go are Russia, Moskva specifically, Italia, Egypt and South America. I just love traveling.

Don’t you? Where do you want to go?

~The StoryWeaver

And that would have to be books. I love books! And I read all the time. Like ALL the time. I’m currently reading Jane Eyre right now, actually. It’s pretty good, so far. Not really my kind of books, but there you go.

I guess chocolate could also be in this category. I like chocolate, especially dark chocolate. Yummy.

What’s one of your guilty pleasures?

~The StoryWeaver

I like daydreaming about my wedding and watching shows about wedding dresses. So I know what songs I’m going to play. Here’s one:

I think it’s so pretty and so true. There is actually another song I want to play as well, but that’s for a later post because it makes me sob. 🙂

What song do you want played at your wedding?

~The StoryWeaver.

Hi! I’m sorry for my lack of posts, but life has been crazy. And I couldn’t find any picture of me from ten years ago than I can post. 🙂 Long stoooory that I don’t want to explain.

So a photo of me. Let me go hunt down a picture. Just a second.

*Jeopardy music*

*clock ticking*

Here I am!

It was quite a while ago. Actually, more like six months but I don’t really have any pictures that are more recent. I don’t like taking pictures of myself. 🙂 I prefer scenery. Or other things. Like this:

These are the Bulgarian Palace Guards. They're marching to welcome the Albanian president.

 

Or this:

Frost is pretty. 🙂

 

So do you like pictures? Taking pictures? I do, obviously. Haha.

~StoryWeaver