An “M” found at night on a Budapest sidewalk, under some scaffolding, just off Andrássy.
We’re back from our holiday now and I feel like I’m beginning to process what I saw and learned while away. We went to quite a few museums, mostly of art, and the work I saw had a profound effect on me. But travelling at all is quite a rare and deep experience. Going to Budapest for the first time since my dad passed away was an intense and reflective experience for me as I expected I would be. However, I miss Budapest in a way I hadn’t anticipated. It’s a beautiful, complex place that a week does not do justice to, and I wish I could spend more time absorbing the place. Though I’ve been home a few days I remain jet lagged and overtired, and this sleepiness is mixing with these reflective feelings in a way that at least is very poetically inspiring. I have written quite a lot in the few short days since returning, and hope to keep this up. I suppose this is a very Romantic impulse. I am not a morning person but jet lag has made me one, so I now get to watch the sparse 6 a.m. traffic whistle by outside, recalling what I’ve experienced in this tranquility.