Why We Moved to Budapest

So just waking up one morning and saying, yeah, I think I’ll move to Budapest, may not quite be the norm for most people. Believe me, this wasn’t exactly the way it happened for us either.

What do you do when everything you plan completely falls apart? Most would probably say, FREAK OUT! And you would be right, that’s exactly what we did. Our little dream of having a newly bought home, with the perfect 9-5 to accompany it. Take weekend trips to get away, the dream sounded so right. Luckily or unfortunately, however you want to look at it, our dream just wasn’t meant to be.

We arrived back from a two month trip to Thailand, The Philippines, and Bali to California and a brutal reality. The bliss was still in the air from our magical journey of elephants and fresh coconuts daily, and we had kind of forgot about what life back home in America really looked like for us. You see a year previous to this trip we had been traveling around the country in a converted shuttle bus. and we sold sed bus to fund our magical getaway. We also downsized to a much smaller kei van from Japan to live in for our return. The trouble was we weren’t able to finish our new build, nor did we ever have to live in it.

Here is where the issues start. dreams are a funny thing because they always seem so perfect and some really are while others just seemed that way until you make them reality. Our van was far from perfect and even though that was true we still loved the little guy. Unfortunately he worked better in practice. After getting our legs upon us we devised a plan to travel to Colorado, shred some major pow, and stop along the way visiting amazing sites and meeting with friends, the perfect beginning to our return. But sadly, that was never meant to be.

We broke down just a couple miles outside of San Francisco. AAA was a god send and allowed us free towing back to my family’s land in rural Sebastopol. But the biggest problem with an import vehicle is getting parts. We couldn’t find a mechanic to work on it nor could we find s new engine. In one fatal swoop we were homeless and without any clue on what to do next. That’s when the splendid dream to move back to San Francisco and get 9-5 jobs and eventually buy a house came into play. Desperation can move you into a completely new mindset and make you feel ok about it. I mean we actually started to feel ok paying $2,500 a month for a studio apartment! While we tried convincing ourselves of the great life we would have living for the weekends and enjoying our favorite stomping grounds a miracle happened, or nightmare, however you want to look at it.

Half way through our interviews we were no longer able to stay on my families property. With a little under a days notice we devised a new plan. Move to dominican republic and build our lives there. It sounded wonder struck a tad crazy and warm! which surprisingly california was currently not. But once looking into visa details that idea fizzed out. Probably for the best, I mean it was crazy any how and who would think of moving to another country just because they had nowhere to live in their home country.

So of course we became logical adults and instead looked for places to live that we didnt have to worry about visas. Europe, Asia, oooh parts of south america will let you live visa free for years and ultimately become a citizen, that sounds promising. The final decision was to move to easter europe in the dead of winter with not a lot of money so we could actually afford to live, not be homeless and figure some shit out. See logical.

Our deciding factor was that europe has free entry with no visas to enter for US citizens and we knew once we were out here we could see a lot for very cheap as its so cheap to travel around in europe. Also eastern europe is very cheap i mean we paid $500 for a really nice airbnb for a month! Beer costs about $2 and its a beautiful place we had never seen before. Ultimately its a bit mad moving here on a whim but also the best decision we ever made.


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