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This past spring when I packed my bags once again to leave for Budapest everybody wished me well, assuring me that I should enjoy my time abroad because nothing exciting ever happens at home and it will always be the same whenever I come back. However I can now say through my own lived experience that this statement is completely false. Home keeps changing when you leave and sometimes the reality that you come back to is almost completely unrecognizable.
As far as I know, French is the only language that has a term for this feeling called “depaysement”, which in simple terms means that home just isn’t quite home anymore. Scholars will try to tell you this feeling is brought about due to personal change and growth, but now I know that is really only part of the equation and that infact the actual place changes too. As exciting as the liminal state is, it’s also proving to be quite the bitch.
It has now been a month since my last post and somewhere between now and then my life has taken some crazy turns. My internship came to an end, and although I planned to spend the rest of the summer living in my favourite city and visiting friends in other far off places, responsibility knocked and sent me home to Canada. I in no way regret my decision to return home as it was the necessary choice I had to make, however everyday that I am home I can’t stop my mind from daydreaming back to the hot days and warm nights of Budapest, wondering what I may have been doing at this very moment if I were still there.
There were so many more delicious details and savoury experiences of Budapest that I still wanted to write about this summer, and this torn relationship with my baby of a blog has just been too much to bear. Therefore in response to my growing desire to continue writing and to finish what I started, I’ve decided to say all the things about Budapest that I didn’t have the chance to.
Perhaps these posts will be more insightful as I’ve had a chance to reflect on my experiences, or maybe they will simply turn into public therapy in order to cure me of the bad case of post-Budapest syndrome I’ve come down with. Either way, I think they’ll be entertaining.
As far as I know, French is the only language that has a term for this feeling called “depaysement”, which in simple terms means that home just isn’t quite home anymore. Scholars will try to tell you this feeling is brought about due to personal change and growth, but now I know that is really only part of the equation and that infact the actual place changes too. As exciting as the liminal state is, it’s also proving to be quite the bitch.
It has now been a month since my last post and somewhere between now and then my life has taken some crazy turns. My internship came to an end, and although I planned to spend the rest of the summer living in my favourite city and visiting friends in other far off places, responsibility knocked and sent me home to Canada. I in no way regret my decision to return home as it was the necessary choice I had to make, however everyday that I am home I can’t stop my mind from daydreaming back to the hot days and warm nights of Budapest, wondering what I may have been doing at this very moment if I were still there.
There were so many more delicious details and savoury experiences of Budapest that I still wanted to write about this summer, and this torn relationship with my baby of a blog has just been too much to bear. Therefore in response to my growing desire to continue writing and to finish what I started, I’ve decided to say all the things about Budapest that I didn’t have the chance to.
Perhaps these posts will be more insightful as I’ve had a chance to reflect on my experiences, or maybe they will simply turn into public therapy in order to cure me of the bad case of post-Budapest syndrome I’ve come down with. Either way, I think they’ll be entertaining.
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