Getting my Barings

Just before I left for Budapest I was staying with one of my best friends. We got on the subject of obituaries and decided we wanted to become masters of our own narrative. We laid on the bed coming up with what our obituaries might be if we died this year. Mine was: Rose Oliveira: She died mid-transformation, trying to break out of her cocoon. I thought that this was a good metaphor on my fears of leaving for Budapest. It's a big change and I wasn't sure if I would be able to transform. The first few days were severe and I felt very deeply the space left by leaving behind Patrick and Euri, my family,friends and the northwest. I tried to fill that hole with tears but eventually I got my legs on the ground.

From Empty to...

slightly LESS empty!

 So I am slowly making my little space more full. Making it into the cozy place I love to live in.

And I think I can make this place feel like home.