The train pulled up to Keleti Station and I jumped off. I was home. Home in Budapest. After a short 10 day trip around Europe with friends, we arrived back in Hungary yesterday. No matter where I've lived, home always has the same feeling... Familiar. There is something about the familiarity of my neighborhood, my street, the three flights of stairs to my flat, and my own couch. And nothing says "home" like sleeping in my own bed! Summer is quickly coming to a close for the teaching crew, but being home still feels good.
More to come from summer travels in Sweden, Denmark, Amsterdam, Germany, and Czech Republic.