TIFU by booking a hotel room

So, I (F23) have been a huge Formula 1 fan since I was a kid. Growing up in a low-income country, seeing a Grand Prix live always felt like a far-off dream. But after years of working my ass off, I finally got to a place financially where I could afford it.

Last December, that dream finally started to come true. I managed to buy F1 tickets—actual, real, expensive-ass tickets. All I had to do was choose which GP to attend. After some research and budgeting, I landed on Hungary, mostly because it was cheaper than the other European races and seemed less overwhelming for a first-time GP trip.

Wanting to be responsible and secure a place early, I booked a hotel ASAP. I went with the cheaper non-refundable option (because “what could possibly go wrong,” right?) and happily moved on, thinking everything was sorted.

Fast forward to today: I was casually checking the F1 calendar for a totally unrelated reason, and something about the Hungarian GP date looked… off.

I double-checked my Booking reservation and there it was. I had somehow—probably in my ADHD-fueled indecisive research phase—booked the hotel for the weekend of the Austrian Grand Prix, a whole month earlier than the Hungarian one. So not only is it the wrong date, it’s the wrong freaking race.

Now I’ve got: Non-refundable hotel booking I can’t use ($200 down the drain),Very expensive probably-not-refundable tickets for a GP I still want to attend, Zero hotel for the correct dates, A travel budget that’s already looking at me like “bitch, I’m out.”
I haven’t even had the courage to check if the GP tickets are refundable or exchangeable because if they’re not, I might just scream into the void.

So yeah. Either I don’t eat for the next two months or I give up on the thing I’ve dreamed of for over a decade. Great.

TL;DR: Lifelong F1 fan finally buys tickets to the Hungarian GP. Accidentally books non-refundable hotel for the weekend of the Austrian GP instead. Now broke and having an existential crisis.