Maybe it’s because I got my residency permit today, but I’m finally starting to feel at home. I bought a rug for my room, hung postcards on my wall, and can greet the deskies in Hungarian. Every day it’s easier to speak to shopkeepers and vegetable vendors, and I can get anywhere in the city on public transport. Lindsay even got a full length mirror off the side of the road, and Jill cozied up the bathroom with a book of crossword puzzles. It only took a month and a half, but it’s great to be home.
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