I’m at my mum’s place: the house I grew up in. she sold it and will move out by the beginning of July. we already had a number of reasons to drive home, and now this suddenly became the possibly most important event of the month. it’s a tumultuous year, so right now it’s hard to predict whether leaving the place of my childhood will make it to the top 3 of 2020. but it’s a pretty good contender for the month of June
the drive to Hungary was surprisingly easy: we crossed three borders without seeing extra (or even any) presence of police or border control. there were no checkpoints, no queues, barely any traffic. it’s mind-boggling to think that only a few weeks (few days?) prior it was close to impossible to move around. supposedly — I guess I haven’t seen any of the European borders locked down, so I just have to believe it happened. “blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed”
anyway. I’m here now. so many things are happening emotionally that it’s close to impossible to keep up. I’ll try to capture some of it. even though I’m not sure why I’m leaving all these crumbs throughout my life for me to find. maybe I should be more interested in myself and go through some of them. how self-absorbed is that?
so I’m here to do exactly just that: comb through some of my personal and family past. it’s like a meta-consciousness type event: leaving crumbs on how I find and go through earlier crumbs…
yesterday we got high with my younger brother and I made him watch the first episode of Midnight Gospel. the sentence that stuck with me the most on second watch was: “health is dealing with reality on reality’s terms” — some exciting weeks ahead to deal with!
stay healthy, my friend