Last Day August 6

Hello loversssss
Today is my last day teaching. There is too much going on in my head. My feelings are contaminating eachother-- my happiness is mixed with sadness and my relief is mixed with anxiety, and everything is layerAed around a lump of excitement. I cannot believe this experience is over; the experience of teaching, that is. 2 months have felt like 2 years, but have also flown by. Its strange, because I almost cant grasp the fact that I did it. I feel like I will get back to New York and feel like it was another person who walked into a classroom full of kids that didnt speak any english and started to teach. It is surreal.
Its so cliché to say that this experience has changed my life, but it has. It has made more things possible to me than ever before. It has given me new kinds of courage. Because once you do something as ridiculous as live in rural Hungarian villages to teach English, a lot more feels possible.
I feel lucky beyond words. I have met such kind people on this journey. I have seen the loud, crazy, sometimes embarassing love that can flood a room so fast it feels suffocating; I have seen the quiet, steady love that trickles in like water from a leaky faucet, or a whisper between two lips. I have felt both kinds of love and now I know that they come from the same, buttery center. Theres a lot of metaphors in that paragraph, but if you cant use them all up when talking about love, then when can you?
Tomorrow morning I leave to go back to Budapest, the place where this all began. I can so vividly remember what it felt like, in the beginning, when this was all some crazy experiment that I chose to try out. I realize now that there never was a choice.
I love you girls. Ill see you in 2 weeks...
Foram