my favorite spot in Eger--Dobo Ter.
I don't know why its hitting so hard now, 6 years later, but I am extremely homesick for Hungary. I catch myself walking down the city streets in my mind, trying to remember the details: the shops, the street names, the smells, the food. I think about the people I loved and taught and shared my heart with. I wonder if they remember me and the experiences we shared. I think about the missionaries I served with and wish that we could be together laughing through one more district meeting or eating together on P-day. I am afraid that its all slipping away, like my command of the language. I try to talk to myself in Hungarian and find Spanish vocabulary filling in the voids where my Hungarian has disappeared. Will my knowledge of the city layouts and the bus routes disappear as well? If I went back for a visit would anyone remember me?
Before I went on my mission I talked to a girl who had served in Chile. I asked her if she was glad that she went. She said the only bad thing was how much she missed it after coming home. I know what she meant. It hurts.
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Greg and I ate basically a palacsinta with nutella on it at a restaurant today. Oh how I miss the Palacsinta Var.
I get the mission-sick feeling every once in a while too. It's a heck of a lot stronger than any homesick feeling I felt while in the mission field.
I've not served a mission so I can't say that I know how you feel but my sister did and one way she tried to keep up on her portuguese (how the heck do you spell that?) she reads from her portuguese scriptures every day instead of english......
Ironically I have been working on my Hungary footage today and I have been talking to Gyarmati Eva for the past hour! Bless that wonderful place and bless you!
I wonder if it has to do with the fact that you are in your house 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. I had the exact same feelings right after I had Mary. It was such a cold spring and so things were greener longer and it reminded me so much of my time in London. And I missed it so much. I think there were underlying currents of my need for a change of scenery.
I'm tired. Is anybody else tired? I want a lime freeze/rickey, like what Marilyn blogged about.
Yeah for Hungary! I am impressed you could remember the name of that ter. I feel sadly sick to my stomach when I try to speak my measly and ever-fading Hungarian. We had the elders here over for dinner and one of them said, "oh, I was in the MTC with missionaries going to Hungary. My favorite phrase is 'mi csoda'". I laughed so hard that this elder had remembered this. It is a good one though.
Megan,
It was so nice to hear you talk about your mission! I still think of my mission regularly as well. What an amazing experience we had! SO BLESSED. Cant imagine who I'd be now without having gone. I hope you are writing your memories down... they will just continue to slip away unless you can capture them somehow!
amen to that. i recently went on google earth and looked up my old areas in Hungary...I had a hard time remembering where I even lived in Budapest. I know it was in teh belvaros, but where? it made me sick. and spanish creeps in to my hungarian too. i guess i learned somthing in that spanish house with you...but really, it makes me so sad.
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