The jet lag is history; the suitcases are unpacked and put away. We flew down to North Carolina and spent the weekend at my sister-in-law’s house. Briggs and Henry were overjoyed to see us, although we weren’t quite sure what kind of reception we would receive. We sat out on her deck the first evening enjoying the summer air, drinking cold beers, and sharing our stories. While we were inside, Henry very quietly unpacked my handbag and ate the one piece of chocolate, wrapper and all. My sister-in-law was so surprised. Apparently, Henry never did anything like that during the entire 5 months.
We started the drive back, having packed a small cooler with lots of cold water and some snacks. The a/c in the old Subara is on the fritz, so we had to drive with the windows open. The weather in the South, from North Carolina all the way to New England was hot and steamy. We stopped frequently to walk the dogs and give them something to drink…they were panting a lot, partly from the heat, partly from travel anxiety. Briggs, I think I may have mentioned, has problems with bad teeth and rotten gums, so you cannot imagine the smell he blasted our way. Let me just say that it was a long trip. At one point, we had been in the car for several hours and I realized we still had 500 miles to go. We finally pulled in at 2:45 in the morning. But we made it; the dogs have settled back into their routines, love their walks on the beach and seem acclimated.
I am having a little more trouble settling back into our life here. The incessant rain and cloudy skies haven’t helped. I am busy–my graduate course started two weeks ago, I assumed the responsibilities of department chair as of 1 July and I had to move my office–in addition to the normal responsibilities of family, home, garden.
This Fulbright experience in Hungary has left an indelible mark on me. I find myself thinking of Hungary frequently, missing my cousins, missing my life there. I also think of the person I was half a year ago and how much my understanding and perceptions of life have widened and deepened. I knew that the Fulbright would be an incredible experience. I am really happy that Bernard and I took advantage of as many opportunities as possible to meet Hungarians, to travel within the country, to get to know my family and to come to a better understanding of my heritage and how it has shaped me.
It exceeded my wildest expectations and my fondest hopes. I know I am incredibly lucky and I thank God for my good fortune.
This blog really started with Henry’s ride, and I think it’s appropriate to say, that with our return trip home, we have come full circle, in more ways than one. I also want to thank you, gentle readers, for your support. It’s been a pleasure and a privilege to share our experiences with you. Thanks for tuning in and staying connected.
Farewell and best wishes,
Marcsi
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