Day 375: What is this, Top Chef?
Chopping onions for gulyás while plotting my creative jailbreak. Ditch the middlemen. Why let some suit decide if my stories matter when I could build my own platform?
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Day 374: Down By The River
After yesterday's anxiety, a little perspective about my residency stuff. I sip tea that's too hot to drink, watch a fisherman casting into the current, and trace my location on Budapest's riverscape.
Day 373: It All Comes Crashing Down
Thanksgiving abroad, low key panic attack after I get a cryptic email about my residency permit reporting requirement. No clear instructions, a looming deadline, and
Day 372: Cranberry Sauce Sucks
Walk to the grocery store on Thanksgiving Eve—or just Wednesday in Hungary. Hunting for cranberry sauce ingredients cuz I became "the cranberry sauce
Day 371: Dead Battery, Dead End
Project cycles. A producing partnership, battery died. Anxiety over projects ending and uncertainty. Then my brain peters out. Turns out the battery was foreshadowing... But