The past few days have been tough.
I was dancing, having a great time at a club called Chapeau Rouge (that's right, I'm tagging them. Don't go there). I let my guard down for just a brief time. And naturally, when I stopped dancing, I noticed that my wallet, iPhone, and notorious CamelBak water bottle were missing. I knew immediately that someone had gone into my bag when I was dancing and sneakily took my things.
Fortunately, I was able to Skype my parents, allowing me to cancel my debit card and my phone immediately. But I have been an emotional wreck since Saturday night. I feel very unsettled, living entirely off of wired cash, not having my tram pass, and relying on my parents and friends to do so much for me. I've been incredibly anxious, panicky, and disappointed knowing that I've let something like this happen and now it will take time for me to recover.
And as awful as this sounds, after I get my debit card back, I think that the most difficult thing about this will be not having my iPhone. I realize that I do not need an iPhone. But having access to wifi, that connection to the world when I'm out and about, really means a lot to me. Being able to take pictures constantly, and then being able to upload those images to Facebook so people can see them. It is a classic first world problem, and I'm not proud of it, but the iPhone is really something that helps me maintain my normalcy while I'm here.
Thankfully, my loving, supportive, fantastic parents (SHOUT OUT!) are shipping me my iTouch, so I can use that for wifi. My generous brother is letting me use his camera for the remainder of my time here. So although it won't be exactly the same, I can make it work.
Until then, I feel very stingy with my money. I generally feel traumatized by this whole ordeal, naturally. I don't want to travel alone, and since I was going to meet Dana in Budapest, I canceled that trip and my wonderful mother bought me a ticket to go this weekend to Budapest with my friends from my program here. I'm glad to have something to look forward to. I'm about to go to the bar where my things were taken, in hopes that the no-good-rotten thief took the cash and dumped the rest. Or at least my water bottle. I love my water bottle. I don't expect anything, but at least I'll have the peace of mind knowing that I did everything that I could.
Now for pictures:
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