Last month I spent 2 nights in Budapest for my friends 21st birthday. 8 of us went including myself and we had a great time. It’s a cool city with great nightlife and I have wanted to go for years so I was excited to finally explore. But if I’m being 100% honest my favourite thing was the group I was with, it was great to get to know relatively new friends better and to still love them all after 48 hours without a break from each other! And the unpopular teenage girl inside me couldn’t believe I was on holiday with several friends and I actually liked each and every one. It’s embarrassing for me to admit that and I wish that 23 year old me had stopped caring about being cool but I think I’ve still got a few more years left in me of being desperate for acceptance.
It’s just nice to have a positive story about acceptance for once.