but...

after a wonderful conversation with another transcontinental friend, one who also lacks the veritable magic of female friends close at hand, and then a short chat with Sam, (could any two people be further away?) I feel buoyed.
And empowered (is that a very wanky word) to face Budapest tomorrow, and not despair. How many times must I remind myself, that this was my choice?
And it's not such a bad choice. There are crunchy wedges and a warm bed with clean linen and a film. Savouring the last hours of Sunday. Somewhere here lurks the luckiest girl in the world :)