To those of you who are interested: I've managed to buy a new suitcase. I'll need it very soon, because in a week things have started to really hurry me up.
I'm leaving on 9 April for the Scottish Highlands. I can't imagine a better place for myself on the British Isles. The nature, the lakes, and all the magic I associate with Scotland - are waiting for me. I'd like to have my eyes, ears and heart open for the new adventures.
When I was having my job interviews, I thought: "I cannot tell you where I'd like to stay, it seems it's you who choose for me". But I tried to "ask" the country itself to choose. I believe that eventually the place had infuenced the agency...
I'm in the middle of preparations, selecting and packing things. Excitement is already upon me. The sun is shining, Spring has arrived to my small town. I think the first swallows are here as well, above our kitchen window.
A new stage is coming...

Time has come at last, even for me. I've joined those who go "public" with their journal, writings, thoughts on the web. I'm about to become a blogger myself.
I don't know if you are curious or not what I will be vriting here. I know however that I will write anyway. Writing is the way I work. It is a channel and a challenge. It gives me the rythm in life.
I'm still curious how I will actually manage it, since I decided to write in English, not in my own language, Hungarian. We'll see...
Let me start then...

I'm going to leave home again. When I returned from Portugal, I tried to find my "place", well, with not much success. As most of you know, Portugal holds a special place in my thoughts - it is "my country". I'm really sorry that you are not able ro read my "book" - it is in Hungarian, and sooner or later it's going to be published - what I wrote about those unforgettable four months. Some of you appear in the story, trust me, only in a good way. :-)
Well, my conclusion is that I wish to return to Portugal. But here comes a detour which leads me to - the UK. It looks like I'm trying to stick to my favourite poem of C.P. Cavafis: "As you set out for Ithaka hope your road is a long one..." Or another translation says: "...choose the longest road that leads to it."
It is fairly easy to find work on the British Isles, that's it. I'll start my "career" in a country-hotel; as soon as I know the exact place, I'll let you know. I will be leaving sometime after Easter.
I'm a little worried about the weather over there, but perhaps Spring and then Summer will be gracious to me. My heart is slightly heavy, because she wants to go the South (Portugal of course), but with no money it'd make no sense. So I tell her to listen to Cavafis' words. I may have to see important places, meet people who enrich my small world, again.
In the meantime, I have to buy a new suitcase...