"It feels like home to me feels like I'm all the way back where I belong...". The lyrics to the popular song "Feels like Home" by Chantal Kreviazuk is throwing all kinds of feelings towards me lately. Békéscsaba has become my home. When I am gone for a week at a time, coming back to my flat in Hungary is comfortable. However, I am at the point in the year where I am having to say goodbye to my community and I am really missing home. I am missing the familiarity of my hometown, the house where I grew up, and my family. I recently met my brother in Budapest, where I was able to show him things that as Americans, we only ever hear about. He then came with me to my community, where we went to the Baths, had lessons with my students, and spent a week together, just the two of us, for the first time since I left for college 6 years ago. Having him in Békéscsaba, I had a small piece of home. I was the big sister again, making sure he had food to eat and was drinking enough water. He was my baby brother, laughing at me when I needed to lighten up. The day i put him on the train, I turned around so he couldn't see my tears as his train pulled away.
However, Békéscsaba has become my home. The lady at the local bakery knows I am American and likes to practice her English with me. I have become close to my students, laughing at things that only we would know. A couple people at the youth group like to practice their english translating sermons, explaining words in hungarian. I have learned the kinks of my flat and figured out my favourite grocery store. God constantly shows me I am loved by the people that have been placed in my life this year, because without them, I would have struggled so much more.
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Elaina JohnsonI am from a town on the border of Minnesota and Wisconsin. I grew up in Hudson, WI, where I had the privilege of returning after graduating from Winona State University with a degree in Therapeutic Recreation. Archives
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