Over The River And Through The Fog

On starting a new life in Budapest, and contemplating the Crossing

This is what I see in the distance when I look out my Budapest window

Well, I made it to Budapest, and am settling in to my apartment. I am grateful to be here, but I’m not going to lie: I’m sad too. How could I not be? I’ve lost almost everything that ever meant much to me. Yet uncannily, I have a deep inner sense of peace. I realized on the flight over…