When told I had to write a blog documenting the trips build-up, I experienced slightly conflicting feelings. Not because I don’t enjoy writing, but simply because I didn’t know how I feel. Are the butterflies in my belly due to nervousness or excitement? While collecting my thoughts, I realize it’s not as simple as one or the other but in reality, a combination of both. It’s as if the butterflies are neither white nor black, but the most basic of grays.
When coming to understand the hidden nerves further, I understood that in fact, my butterflies were merely caterpillars, as we have not yet experienced what we hope will soon make us grow. Once in Budapest, my peers and I will hopefully form our cocoons— taking in all that we see, and inviting the growth we hope to experience.
As I sit here typing away, I realize these documents don’t just serve as a record, but are also able to give me room to understand the nerves and act on them accordingly. By the end of these blogs, we will all be butterflies. ~ Eshrat B.
