July 19, 2010

Journey's end

Only 24 hours from home, and an end to three years of living in Hungary, seven of living abroad. I'm going back to something completely new, and something very old and familiar. To say that I would be sad to leave my expat life would be an understatement, but I have to add that home is calling to me like a siren across the sea. I can't wait to wear a cardigan in summer, complain that the Christmas music starts in October and attend a bonfire night for the first time in years. I want to snuggle up when the nights draw in and enjoy my friends open fire and amazing cooking. I am English after all, have felt more so since I moved away, but long to be one of them in beautiful Yorkshire once more, not from a distance any longer.

How has the time gone so slowly, and yet so fast? Where have these three years gone, in a haze of madness, learning Hungarian, a wierd job, and some of the most wondrous people I have ever met in my life. I know that in England, a new life awaits that will be so, so far from this, loads of new faces and challenges I am ready for, ones that will make my brain work like it never has before. I think that now I will sign off, this time for ever.