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[16 Jul 2003|11:26am] |
i think this is probably the hardest day yet...
i can't really even pinpoint why.
i just arrived in budapest, hunary.
this is a very different place.
it's not like america, clean and accomodating.
i went to my hostel, which is actually college dorms rented out in the summer, and i was nearly in shock.
i suppose in america we get so used to certain ammenities like toilet paper and properly functioning windows and lights, that we do not realize that much of the world does not have those advantages.
i walked in my room and it looked like a place for junkies...no kidding.
i suppose that sounds so stereotypical, so judgemental, and so spoiled...and those are all true.
i have never even had to think about living in that kind of place.
i lay on my bed before walking to the internet cafe and just prayed, reading over psalm 143, desperate for something. i do not know what, because i am not sure what i am missing...i am missing home.
i so desperately want to be at a beach, in greece, or mallorca...i know there must be something here for me, though, otherwise i would not be here.
no worries, i am OK. this is why i took this trip, to be tested, to persvere, and return more educated, more worldly, and more faithful.
xoxo
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