A month ago I left Budapest after living there for
almost a year, and now, as I write this, it already feels so distant an
experience… I dreamt it ere I woke.
So quickly has my new career drawn me in, filling my
days and spare time with reflection and research. So familiar have become my
old haunts so fast, old trodden paths come newly worn again. Faces, places of my past once more claimed as mine, as now. The heat and ancient majesty of
Budapest, its shimmering banks and the Danube’s magic left behind along with
the mysteries of its language and its people.
That was a different life I lived. One that may seem
lost in a haze of the moment, but will not be forgotten.
Viszontlátásra, Budapest. You were a wonder. A dream. A foray
into the land of the fae for feet that walk earth once again. I shall think of
you next time I gaze out across a lake at sunset, or walk through snow-covered streets.
The time went by so quickly, but the memories will take much longer to fade.
Elloise Hopkins.
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