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30 and beyond

At first I wanted to be a journalist. Lucky for me I realized soon enough that I like to eat three dishes a day and have a roof above my head so I did not become a journalist in Hungary.
Then I wanted to write a book. I wrote a page in 2015 and never touched it again. It would have been shit anyway.

This is 30 and beyond because... well, I am 30 and officially beyond. I refuse to add this year to my age as it was basically lost due to the COVID-19 pandemic. Funny how they say turning 30 isn't the end of the world, yet here we are.

My plans obviously didn't work out. Or at least not the way I thought they would. 
I am 30 and single, no kids in plain sight, and honestly since the last time I had a personal blog (age 22-23) not much has changed.

Yes, I am wise. I have no more storage left for the amount of wisdom.
Yes, I am experienced. Some say half would have been more than enough.
Yes, I learnt shit.
And here I am doing the exact same thing as seven years ago.

Let's see how it works out this time.

V

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