Sunday, February 12, 2017

jWoman in Budapest

Looking through the large glass windows that surrounded the waiting area, I can see aeroplanes standing still and humungous, as little electrical cars moving busily around them like little insects trying not to wake the beast. Budapest airport seems so quiet and small in comparison to Dubai airport where you could feel like a lost absurd child at his first visit to funland. I felt like crying, because it felt so big and busy and I felt so little and lost. Here only a couple of planes are standing in the runway field.

I have been here for only five nights and I am flying back to the furthest place on earth, to the new land. Airports and airports are places where you contemplate your life and think of everything or nothing. You have all the alone time you can dream of or dread. And I am a fan of alone time.

When I think, I can't believe I am here. A year ago, I couldn't have imagined doing that and alone too, never. The timid girl with wild imagination but big fears is finally able to do something. I have finally broke the chains of illusions. I feared everything, and I was always looking for someone to be there with me to do anything. I dreamt but never did.

Finally, jWoman is doing. Finally, I am living and acting not waiting for something to happen, or someone to do something for me.  I am doing.

This year had marked the start of my change. Leaving home to start my PhD. , at 35 I am still starting. It's always better late then never. But still, some negative people mock me for doing that.

An old post from October 2016