Homeless
When I was on the way to the airport in Houston as I was getting ready to come back to Budapest, someone asked me, “so are you glad to go home? Do you feel like Budapest is home?” I said that I kinda feel homeless. And I do. However, that is not a bad thing - not at all. And maybe what I should have said was not that I feel home-less, but that I have many homes! Of course I would foremost say that Indiana is home. That is where my family is and that is where I am ‘from’. For sure. And Budapest is where my stuff is. Err… most of my stuff (what I have left). That’s where I work and have made some incrediblly awesome friends that feel a lot like family. But then there is Houston. Houston holds so many great memories and great, great friends. It was so good to see everyone there… almost like I never left!
These two beauties for instance:
haha - just kiddin’. They’re actually MUCH cuter than that:
But sure are hard workers!
That’s one of the beauties of being ‘home’ is that your not treated like a ‘guest’… they really do put you to work! 
haha But all in good fun. Was just good to be in a real comfortable place. So comfy in fact… you can still be goofy as ever!!
And I got to be there in Houston at the right time of the year. You know what this little guy is??
A crawfish!! Isn’t he CUTE?! Sure tasted good too! Yum!
Then, I started to see signs of animosity:
:) It was time to go. Return to Budapest!! Wasn’t too sad as I knew I’d be back soon. And I did feel like I was returning ‘home’. I’m not really sure how to define home… it’s where your family is? … where you stuff is? … where your friends are? I’m sure not home-less, I’m home-FULL!!
