I flew in to Stuttgart on Thursday. I can officially say I spent my birthday in two new countries.
I cried a lot as I aimlessly wandered the streets I was supposed to have been shown. I wondered what happened again.
I fearlessly got drunk at the hotel bar and was wished many happy birthdays by strangers dressed up for Oktoberfest.
In the morning, I climbed aboard the train headed to Prague and looked out at the beautiful landscape that was supposed to become my new home two years from now. It was cold and foggy, the same way I felt.
And then miraculously I slept until we reached the fresh, wondrous landscape of The Czech Republic. As we pulled into the city of Prague, it felt like coming home.
I really love this city. I love the buildings, the cobblestone roads and walks, the live music around every corner. I love the wonderful mix of people here.
It is a soothing balm to my soul. I think I need to live here. Turkey is good for now but this is where I will go next.