When I told my mum I was spending Easter in Ukraine, I swear that thousands of kilometres away from her, I could feel her heart drop.
Dear people of the world,
It goes on and on and on and on…
I went to Budapest some time ago. It was my fourth trip in as many consecutive weekends – weekends that should have been spent on my thesis instead of traipsing around Europe, or, according to my Erasmus friends, spent in house parties playing drinking games in Spanish. On the 7-hour bus ride I napped and bookmarked places I wanted to see in the city, planning for another action-packed weekend full of re-discovering places I had visited seven years earlier with my family.