A Place in Which I am Happy to Die (No, This is a Happy Post . . . Really!)
Yesterday marked the fourth year anniversary of my move to western Hungary. I normally do not keep track of such things since I have a tough enough time remembering more important dates like my wedding anniversary, yet for some reason, yesterday I recalled I had arrived to Sopron, Hungary on March 13, 2015. Last year, March 13 slipped by unacknowledged, but this year I became acutely aware of the date. I don’t know why. Perhaps it was just a gentle reminder to take a moment to reflect on the time I have spent here.
I certainly do not wish to bore anyone with the details of the four years I have spent in the northwestern part of Hungary, but I will say this – after more than a decade of wandering the globe, I have once again found a place I can call home. I cannot imagine leaving the place I am now or moving anywhere else. I say this not because my circumstances here are perfect or ideal, but they are perfect and ideal enough – at least for me and my family. For the first time in nearly twenty years, I can honestly say I am content. A sense of balance and harmony I haven’t experienced in decades has slowly returned. I am confident I am in the right place, at the right time, doing the right thing. My family is happy. I live in Reality. What more could a man possibly want?
I once jokingly told a friend I would settle down if ever I found a place in which I would be happy to die. Though it sounds rather morbid, I have found that place, and there is no place else I want to be.
I certainly do not wish to bore anyone with the details of the four years I have spent in the northwestern part of Hungary, but I will say this – after more than a decade of wandering the globe, I have once again found a place I can call home. I cannot imagine leaving the place I am now or moving anywhere else. I say this not because my circumstances here are perfect or ideal, but they are perfect and ideal enough – at least for me and my family. For the first time in nearly twenty years, I can honestly say I am content. A sense of balance and harmony I haven’t experienced in decades has slowly returned. I am confident I am in the right place, at the right time, doing the right thing. My family is happy. I live in Reality. What more could a man possibly want?
I once jokingly told a friend I would settle down if ever I found a place in which I would be happy to die. Though it sounds rather morbid, I have found that place, and there is no place else I want to be.
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