On Sunday Gyorgyi and I drove back from Canada, where we spent the night falls-gazing and 1c slot-pulling. We weren’t there on holiday, as would normally be the case when August rolls around in most of Europe. Instead we were there so that Gyorgyi could leave the US on her visitor’s visa and finally enter the States on a student visa.

This summer has been such a tumultuous, brilliant whirlwind, but I am so glad to note that school will be starting soon and the rush of students will somehow bring a sense of measure to my life again.

Most of you know that I accepted the position of Program Coordinator at the Wick Poetry Center. I’m thrilled to be part of the amazing staff and the mission of bringing wonderful poets and poetry outreach to NE Ohio. And of course, it all feels a bit reminiscent–like I’ve come back home.

I won’t be updating this blog anymore. This project was always meant to be a way for me to make note of my time in Hungary. I hope some day to turn these posts into a book–whenever I have just the right amount of distance between the old country and my current one for the familiar writer’s longings to stir something inside of me.

I can’t even begin to thank you all. All of my family, friends, readers. So much of my time in Europe was framed by a sense of wanting to document certain experiences for you all to read, and without you, who knows.

Though I won’t be posting any new stories to budajest, you can always find me on Facebook and Twitter. And for anyone interested in following my writing life, pop over to my professional site and say hello.

Cheers to you, Internet–with a palinka of course.

I wish you love and adventure, always.