An Ending

So I assume that no one looks at this blog anymore, which is appropriate because it's been a while since I have posted anything. I just wanted to write once last post, I know I ended abruptly.

I was pretty sick when I was in Budapest. It's not that I wanted to end on a dramatic note. The reason I stopped posting was that, by the time I was feeling better, I had forgotten some of the great things I had done in Hungary. Also, I had forgotten some of the names of the people I wanted to thank for their hospitality. It seemed somehow better to avoid a social faux pas by feigning an unending illness. Anyway, thanks especially to Balázs and his family in Kaposvar, András and his family at Lake Baloton and in Budapest, and Anita, András' girlfriend. Anita deserves special thanks: she offered me her flat in Csepel for nearly two weeks as she was away. As I was really sick, it was incredibly generous for her to allow me to flop down there until I felt better.

It is starting to seem like a very long time since my bike journey. I sold some of my touring gear, fell out of shape relatively quickly, and got re-acquainted to constantly being in motor vehicles. I still have my bike in my parents' garage, and I still have my masquerade mask from Venice. I feel a little uneasy when I see them- that I should still be riding, that I don't have enough time to reflect on the trip because I am always getting ahead of myself.

Since I have returned, I have been drifting between Connecticut, Providence, Brooklyn, Pittsburgh and Ithaca. I have been working on handing in the last of my work for my Masters degree (done!), showing my New Orleans photography project at Carnegie Mellon, taking photos and preparing for a new exhibition with my friend Adam Ryder, chilling, and getting ready to move to Mexico City for a bit. I will be doing research on the history of parks and public space in the political history of Mexico. I leave this Sunday.

Some day I may add pictures of this blog to go along with the written posts. It will probably only happen if people let me know that they actually still look at it. So, in essence, I am requesting that you, dear reader, bug me.