It feels incredible to be back here with Livie and Sophie. I’d forgotten how incredibly simple it is here in Budapest. Things aren’t complicated. Things… weirdly… make sense. Everyone remembers us. Everyone loves everyone regardless of who you are, where you came from, or where you’re going. We’re all young, beautiful people and we’re all alive. Sure, that life might be mostly flamed by highly combustible, intoxicating liquid but that couldn’t matter less. Here at least…
Right now my brain is fuzzy. The words don’t come as easily but the feelings… the inklings… the fancies do. I am teetering on the brink of sickness. My cough is a deep echo, a plea from my lungs to take a break. I feel malnourished, most likely and completely unhealthy. But it doesn’t matter. Travel is a previous gift. To be kept alive and well, nurtured, incubated in this humid, Hungarian air. I am mostly covered in sweat from head to toe at any given moment throughout the day, though the night. Can’t catch a break. I am sweltering, suffocated, gurgling, but I am free. So free.