It's weird that I'm moving back to America tomorrow. This has been a whirlwind month of traveling, saying goodbyes, packing, and purging. It's all starting to set in that I'm seeing things for the last time for a long time and I'm not sure if I'll ever see certain people again. It's hard leaving a country that has meant so much to me and that has changed me so much.
I'm going to miss a culture that enjoys people and getting to know others; where people just sit around the table for hours at a time because they want nothing more than to spend time with you. I'm going to miss all of the delicious foods that they have. I can't believe that I won't be able to go on a run and see a Parliament building older than our country, a castle, and a world-famous bridge all in one stretch. It's hard to imagine that I won't be able to just hop on a train and be in another country for the weekend because it's cheaper than a tank of gas.
However, even though I will miss SO much about this country, I know it's time for me to be home. I miss my family and friends and I'm so excited to see them and hug them all again. It'll be strange adjusting to a culture that is constantly on the move and needs to get 300 things done in one day; I mean, it's literally an accomplishment if you get one thing checked off your to-do list here. It's also going to take me a while to get used to the fact that I go into a store and ask anyone any question I want to and they can understand what I'm saying, no matter how fast I talk or how big my words are. I'm going to have to remember how to drive, remember that Americans are loud, and remember that this is now my home again.
This is a new and a very, very strange journey for me. A lot of people view me as if I've been in a coma for two years and now I'm just waking up again. Their lives have gone on, but mine has been on stand still. Quite the opposite. I'm leaving a country that has challenged me, shaped me, and grown me more in two years than I've possibly done in the past 10 years combined.
I'm ready to go home, but I'm definitely leaving a piece of my heart here in Hungary.
Szia Magyarország!
