My seniors have graduated, in a flurry of flowers and poetic ceremony.
I will be following their exits with my own búcsú in under two months.
I am not ready to leave this life of miscommunication and hilarity.
A soap opera consisting of chickens, tractors, passion, teaching English in rural Hungary and most often the kindness of strangers.
2 comments:
they keep it interesting there in HU, don't they?!
I'm making my official warning announcement now: I WILL TOLERATE NO BITCHING about you going home. Reminiscing, sadness, reflection, all good. But no bitching.
And you know my solution - just stay. Trust me, it gets easier each year :)
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