I never paid for that Pilates class, and other things I didn't do

I'm back. After three and a half months of living in Prague I have made my return home with a total of two blog posts under my belt because I am a great #contentcreator or whatever buzzword suits your fancy.

So I'm not actually a "blogger" and this was, at it's best, a half-hearted and short-lived "blog."

I had good intentions I promise, but once I got to Prague, all shiny and dumb I felt this weird self-imposed pressure. Pressure to document my every move, pressure to file away all of my encounters and interactions every time I stepped out of my apartment so I would have something interesting to post.

Be interesting. Do interesting things. Find the interesting in the mundane and take at least five photos or it basically never happened. It's tiring and frankly, not how I normally do business. I decided that I wanted to be present and let my time abroad truly be mine. Describing what it was like living in Prague has proven to be quite difficult-I basically just panic and say my favorite thing was the public transportation. Which isn't true, but maybe it's not that far from the truth.

The thing about going abroad for me was all the things that made it special that are so simple they almost don't seem special at all. Walking to the farmers market to pick up apples, watching the lilacs transform Peace Square purple, sunsets sitting by the river listening to a jazz band play on a boat, beautiful parks with different views of the city, late night runs to get gelato and early morning runs dodging in-line skaters.

Just reading it, this looks like the checklist of a couple who just paid cash up-front for their dream condo in Boca-- but I don't care. There are all of these insane expectations placed on people when they go abroad, and I really tried to not let those pre-conceived notions change how I spent my time. Prague is beautiful and grand and weird all at once and I am lucky to have gotten to call it my home for a spell.

This was my experience, and I loved every minute, even those two months when I was solidly frozen into a ball of ice. Even when I didn't have a debit card for the entire first month. Even when I ran in 12 degree weather with tears running down my face from the cold--effectively making me look more insane than usual. Even when I was so tired I laid out like a starfish on the floor for longer than I would like to admit. Even then.

Oh, and the Pilates instructor was really nice and let me take a class for free-kinda. There may have been some logistical issues which were not my fault. I still feel a little bad though. But not that bad. Much like me dropping the ball on this blog.

Maybe one day, when I have more gumption and not five other classes plus a writing internship on my plate, I will give "blogging" another shot.

Until then, Peace and blessings Prague.

Lemon out.