7 Months I have been here for. It is almost unbelievable how fast time is passing by. The last 5 year of my life was running away with this incredible speed, and when I will realize it, I will be 40. And here is a statistic about it:

7 Months, 213 days, 18,403,200 seconds, 306,720 minutes, 5112 hours, and about 30 weeks I am working again in the UK.

It does not feel that long. Of course since I am here, nothing changed in the weather, maybe that is why I am not able to tell how long I feel I am here for.

Apart from many annoying things make my life terrible, I can say, I like to live here, not only because of the financial situation we have right now, but to live abroad it is always a good challenge for everyone.

I am a bit affraid what is gonna happen, if we'll move back to Hungary one day. Standing on the Holy Island, in Anglesey, I was talking to a friend of mine, who said. "I can not imagine my life back in Budapest, in that dirty city, stucked in traffic jam, breathing exhaust gas, instead of being here in this heaven." - of course "Heaven" he meant that beautiful place we were that moment, not generally UK. But still, his expression was correct. Here every week we can go and see wonderful places, but could we do it back in Hungary?

That made me thinking:  Will I miss this place whenever I find my way back to Hungary? Certainly I will.