Returning to Hungary After 20 Years

Undescribable is not a useful word in blogging.
So I will try to give a feel of arriving back home after being away for 20 years.
Yesterday was possibly the most bizarre day of my life.
First of all it does not feel like 20 years it feels more like waking up from a 20 year long coma.

It is especially creepy to sleep in my own bed in my virtually untouched room as it was left two decades ago.
Fortunately my Flasdance poster with Jennifer Beals in those ankle warmers is gone - or should I say unfortunately?

I did not count the years I spent away from Hungary and they kind of just added up to this large round number without me noticing.
Not as much changed as I thought would have. But it is still a strange land and not really home.
At first sight my town looks more westernized and all the trees grew a lot so it is a lot greener - maybe I will do some Hungarian tropical rainforest bikini-swimsuit-lingerie photoshoots?
It is very much a dreamlike feeling to walk around but knowing it is not a dream, the brain has difficulty processing it.
Everyone speaking Hungarian on the street around me is a very strange feeling.

Because the way I left the then communist Hungary in 1986 I knew I could not come home for at least 15 years.
In the past 20 years I did not have 1 second of being home sick, for practical reasons I basically blocked out the idea of Hungary.
With that in mind I did not keep in touch with news, events I even forget to speak my own language (for the most part).
It will return as everyone says but it is not sounding very intelligible right now.

The future is not really planned out or should I say my plans are flexible as usual.
I will introduce myself to agencies, designers any movers and shakers I can find.
I have a few ideas to use the flavor and landscape of Hungary along with the beauty of Hungarian models to shoot some unique and interesting photos.

One thing is certain after being here for less than 24 hours, leaving Hungary was the greatest thing I have ever done!
To look around and to imagine spending the last 20 years here, doing and seeing so little is frightening.
Taking a chance - even if it is a stupid chance (especially to otheres) is the greatest step one can take.
There can be no regrets.