Every day here is some kind of magical adventure. Even with a "real job." Why would I give that up? (The answer is pursue my dream-- which sometimes feels like some capitalist answer to a real dream, but whatever--no one really cares about that, do they?)
When I tell people June 17th is the day that a period ends this long saga of photography, exploration, nature, deep breaths of ridiculously fresh air, blogging, teaching, loving and living simultaneously...I always follow it with a lip pout.
...The truth is, I've found yet another home here. I know that that is what happens when you live somewhere long enough, but once again the meanings of words are blurring when I travel to and from Hungary.
"Coming" and "Going" don't feel like Coming and Going-- Somehow, it feels all the same even though these words are supposed to have completely opposite meanings.
In the famous words of Conor Oberst, "You're either coming or you just left, but you're always on the way..."
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