I like to complain - but you know that. Last time I wrote, I was whining about the lack of things to cool me down in Hungary. Now, I'm eating my words. Or, to be more accurate, my words are being frozen.
Taking matters into my own hands, I hopped across the Atlantic to my homeland and all of its chilled goodness. I've been enjoying the air conditioning, but the ice cubes are killing me. I load up my cup with as many as it will hold, throw in a splash of liquid, take a big sip, and sream in pain. It's not exactly the luxurious homecoming I imagined.
Don't worry, though, I'm acclimating. Right now, I'm sitting in a Starbucks with a cup of iced coffee and chilled air. I drove here in a red Jeep, and I almost had a collision with an enormous deer in the parking lot. He ran away, giant antlers and all, before I could get a picture. The mountains and animals really make me feel like I'm in a different place.
I'm having conversations with other people, and I don't have to carefully choose my words to be understood. It's strange for me because I'm not a talker. You know that guy who talks to you in line at the grocery store, or won't stop chatting away when you're sitting somewhere by yourself? That guy is not me. I'm the one who sits there wishing that guy had more friends so he'd leave me alone.
This trip, however, I am that guy. After months of not being able to easily talk to anyone, I'm ready to chat with any person who has ears. I thought that Hungary had taken away my small-talk skills, but I seem to be doing alright.
If living far from your home teaches you one thing, it's that you have to appreciate what you have while you have it. I've been eating a ton, taking long showers, driving my car, watching TV (in my own language), and tons of other activities. They may not sound exciting to you, but, well, they are to me. Don't make fun of me.
I'll be here for a few weeks, and in the middle of August, I'll be heading back to Hungary. It's been pointed out to me that I never explained what I'm doing next year. There are a lot of reasons for that, but it's finally all settled. To keep things more suspenseful, I'll tell you the details of that in my next writing.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to enjoy being cold.
American word of the day:
Being in America, I’m going to try to find some more obscure English words to share. Don’t worry, I’ll go back to Hungarian words as soon as I get back there and begin to learn again. This is the name of meat that comes from deer. If my mom catches them eating her flowers one more time, it may be on the menu...