Four months
As of today (technically), I’ve been in Hungary for four months. I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, and I really don’t want to leave. I want to see my friends from Selinsgrove and at Williams, of course, and being in America won’t be such a bad thing, but nowhere in that statement was I claiming to be ready to leave this place.
I am ready to be done with the semester, though. Of my five classes, two of them have been completed already, and my three remaining finals are all on Monday or Tuesday. At Williams, I’ve always been really relieved after finals week. In an attempt to deserve the break in sight (be it Summer, and a sweet research gig, or Winter, and three solid weeks of catching up with my friends from home), I work and work and work until everything is wrapped up nicely.
But nothing will be wrapped up nicely this time. Like a mini-graduation, I will be leaving these people and this place behind. I have a week. Just one week (before embarking on a 10-day jaunt across Europe with my parents).
Note to self: make it count.
