Hi, it’s me again — your personal tour guide through the wonders of the Universe.

Here’s my vision board from last year: a full-blown art piece made of glue, ambition, and a delightful amount of delusion.

On it — a couple of countries I dreamt of visiting.

One of them was Slovenia.

Beautiful, mysterious, and utterly unattainable.

I was obsessed with the idea. Burning with wanderlust.

But — spoiler alert — there are no direct flights from Warsaw.

And, let me remind you, I travel by the sacred code of “cheap and kinda angry.”

More than $50 for a ticket? That’s not travel anymore — that’s luxury and mild moral decay.

I’ve always believed I have a gift for finding crazy travel deals.

Maybe in a past life, I was a bargain-hunting demon working part-time for Ryanair.

Once I did a full weekend in Budapest — flights, food, and stay — for $130 total.

Still don’t believe I sold my soul to the devil for a discount? Think again.

But Slovenia was a challenge. A final boss in my budget travel game.

And then — like a divine plot twist — I get a message from friends:

“We’re going to Slovenia by car. One of the guys — who also happens to be a driver — might not make it back in time.”

Cars are already rented, money paid, the Universe is winking like a flirty barista.

Of course I said “YES” without a second thought.

I love driving. It’s therapy without the invoice.

Just me, the road, music, my existential thoughts — and I don’t even have to pay for anything.

If that’s not a birthday gift, I don’t know what is.

And yes, I spent the whole month secretly hoping that guy wouldn’t make it back.

That’s why I didn’t tell anyone — because lately, as you may recall, Lady Luck don’t like me lately.

Yes, I’m a bad person. Write it down.

But honestly — humans are selfish by design, aren’t we?

Thinking about yourself is just… nature.

Or am I just excusing myself with poetic bullshit?

Anyway.
Tomorrow is my birthday.

I’ll be behind the wheel, on the road, music playing, thinking about my life.

At exactly 15:45 — thirty years ago — it all began.

And somehow, moments like this feel like it’s all starting over again.

Slovenia, I’m coming.

Universe, thank you.

Guy… I’m sorry.

But hey — the Universe wanted this. Who am I to argue with destiny?