I can’t believe it’s been 4 months since I’ve written a new post. So let’s bring you up to speed, shall we? Since June, I went on a solo trip, turned 26, found a boyfriend, moved in with said boyfriend, and booked a flight home for Christmas. Exciting right? Let’s start with the boyfriend. Jakub (Kuba for short) and I started talking at the end of June and things got serious pretty fast. My lease was reaching an end in October and I simply couldn’t afford to live on my own anymore. The thought of having roommates wasn’t super thrilling either. So Kuba and I dove right in with the third option and decided that living together made the most sense for both of us financially. Live life to the fullest and all that, right?
The apartment hunt was tedious, annoying, and caused a lot of tears (on my end). But we finally found a cute one-bedroom flat in Prague 2, Vinohrady. In our rush to lock down a place, we quickly took our current apartment before anyone else could. Although it is old and charming, it has also come with a lot of unexpected problems. Non-flushing toilets, no warm water, non-working freezer, you name it we’ve dealt with it. But perhaps my favorite event was the night the washer decided to explode and turn our kitchen into a scene from the Titanic. I walked in to find a pool of water emerging from underneath the washer. We spent about two hours mopping, cleaning, and draining the washer until we could find our wet clothes buried in the swamp. That weekend, we spent 3 hours (and $20) at the local laundromat. Oh, the adventures! Our landlord is still “in the process” of fixing it, so I’ve recently become a hand washing guru and started pretending that wearing the same bra two days in a row is a new fashion statement. I try to make light of the situation, but honestly I’ve been quite stressed about all the problems we’ve faced since moving in. Thankfully, Kuba is Czech and handles these types of situations much better than I do. He’s the one talking on the phone to our (only Czech-speaking) landlord and calming me down when I have a freak out. Honestly, he’s been quite the godsend. And although we’ve sped up our relationship, I am content. I stopped worrying about what people from home might think when they found out I moved in with my boyfriend of only a few months. We’re happy and doing what’s best for us and that’s all that matters.
Kuba and I even went on our first little adventure together to see the Czech town of Pilsen, an hour outside of Prague. We stayed in a nice hotel and spent our time wandering the streets, smoking shisha, and touring the famous Pilsner Urquell Brewery. We even got to go down to the cellars and enjoy a glass of unfiltered, unpasteurized Pilsner straight from the barrel. It was a really nice weekend and it reminded me just how much I craved new adventures. Speaking of adventures, I just booked another spur-of-the-moment solo trip to Brussels. I found a $5o roundtrip ticket (thanks RyanAir) and will be on my way next month. There’s something about the prospect of breathing in the air of new places that brings me so much giddiness and excitement. It reminds me that my life isn’t as monotonous as I make it out to be and adventures are always waiting to be had.
Kuba has also decided to come to America with me to celebrate Christmas! It will be his first time in the U.S. and he’s really anxious to see what it’s like. I’m really excited to introduce him to my family and friends and to finally just be home. I can’t believe that another year has passed since I’ve set foot in the U.S. Time goes by so quickly; it honestly baffles me. I can’t believe how much life has changed in the past 2.5 years since I’ve been in Europe. If you told me back then that I’d one day be bringing my Czech boyfriend home for Christmas, I would’ve laughed in your face. But that’s life is, isn’t it? A series of unexpected surprises. I’m learning to take the good ones with the bad and be thankful for every experience in my life (including the exploding washer incident). This realization makes me feel like I’m finally starting to properly adjust into adulthood at the ripe old age of 26. And that, certainly, makes my soul happy.