We gotta get out of this place...

In approximately 38 hours (not that I'm counting), I'll be flying out to Budapest. I don't mind telling you that after seven months (or 213 days) in the hermit kingdom, I could use a change of scenery. I dream of a place where they do not use toilet paper instead of napkins, do not eat their dogs, where rotten cabbage is not the national meal and where people do not forge instant friendships simply on the basis of being non-Asian in appearance.

Now, if any immigrants are reading this blog, you'll know my familiar dilema. Eversince I was a kid, I felt schizophrenic- neither here nor there, partly Hungarian, partly American, and neither one wholly. I have roots- but nothing else- in one place, and most of my life experiences but no roots or a sense of security in another. I have always felt that I needed to do more, try harder, work longer than native-born Americans simply to catch up, and believe me, it can be exhausting.

This concludes our whineblog.