Archive for September, 2011


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