My parents noticed this week that I’ve been writing less lately. I’ve really had a little less time to write, but hey, summer is here. It’s true that sometimes it’s as cold as if it were autumn, but the clocks have just changed and the birds are singing more beautifully.
The truth is that I’ve been through some pretty noisy weeks, so I’ve really had less time to sit in front of my laptop. I could even say that I’ve had better things to do. For example, I went fishing with a friend once this week, and I’m going out with him again today. We just chat while he tries to catch the fish. From Friday to Sunday, we’ll have our traditional family fishing trip, where my dad and my two brothers try to catch the fish. It’s a good thing that fishing isn’t one of my hobbies…
Statistics
I’m the Excel guru, sometimes I have to bring a spreadsheet. After I also felt like I was writing less, I checked my statements to see how I was doing. The number of posts for the last 10 weeks looks like this:
When I started the blog, my goal was to write three posts a week, and I haven’t changed that goal since. In the past 10 weeks, the average weekly post has been 2.8, so I don’t think the difference between the plan and the reality is significant. I still get more and more comments from my friends that they’re behind on reading…
As my preparation time goes by
From now on, my writing will be a bit chaotic, like my days have been lately. I’ll simply describe what I’ve been doing most of my time in the past few weeks.
Well, in the past few weeks, I’ve been to the Office of Documents, where I almost managed to get my international driving license done, among other things. What the success of the attempt depended on is to be found deep in the labyrinth of bureaucratic absurdities.
I’d like to mention here that I have a writing project in the works, to which I’ve already written several chapters in the past few years. It’s called “Official Stories” and I’ll publish it at some point. Based on the title, you can guess that I will be presenting my adventures in the writings while doing various administrative tasks. Now that I have read this article, I will publish one of my favorites in a future post. Even more so since the story is related to the car I am currently selling. The title of the story is “Certificate of car”.
Back to the international driver’s license. The office takes a bunch of photos of everyone: elementary school kids for their student ID, adults with expired driver’s licenses, and those applying for a passport. Those applying for an international driver’s license don’t… I read earlier that I had to bring a photo of myself for this driver’s license, but I was sure that this was wrong information, and I knew that the city I was going to had a photo booth. There really was, but not for me. So, after taking care of one of my affairs, I had to go to the other side of the city to have my photo taken. By the time I got back and got a new number, my time at the office was running out. In the end, I had to leave the battlefield two hours before my own number. No problem. Next time!
I’m continuing my job search relentlessly. I already have quite a few applications in the pipeline. There are also opportunities in Hungary, see the article titled “My References”. I have better and better ideas about using ChatGPT on the job search front, but I have already written about some of them. I am very excited about my opportunities. I also know exactly how long I can finance my next life if I don’t have a job. Let’s say I don’t expect that, but as we know, the devil never sleeps. On top of that, he even beats his wife.
My things to sell are getting smaller, which is good news, because I will leave fewer problems behind in the country. It would be nice if everything I wanted to sell was actually sold.
I started packing up my things that I will be leaving behind at home. Actually, quite a few of my clothes ended up in the trash. A relatively small pile will remain here in Bábolna, so that if I come back to the country without clothes, I will have something to wear.
My brother and I did quite a few things around the house, or maybe a little further away within the family circle. We dug a fence and terrace foundation, cleaned the yard, and made a garden gate.
I went hiking with my friends 3 weeks ago. The end of the day caught us at one of the Bakony lookouts. There we fried our bacon and drank our wine. We washed down the wine with pálinka. It was a good day. At the end, there were already two young guys at the lookout by the time we got there. Later, another young man came, so in the end, six of us slept on various floors of the lookout. Before that, the evening almost turned into a house party. While we were having dinner together downstairs, a young couple was having sex on the top of the lookout. They were up there for quite a while. When they came down, the guy said to us with such kindness that he could barely contain his hands, “Have a nice evening, guys!” Well, there is a moment when I don’t know whether this was a sincere wish or more of a boast.
For two weeks now, I’ve been spending my Sunday afternoons at a friend’s house, where we play board games with a good group of friends. After the first time, based on my friends’ spontaneous idea, I drank a few gin and tonics and slept there too. I’m going to their place this weekend too. These afternoons are very pleasant.
A few days ago, the Nomad Cruise 5-6 thematic WhatsApp chat started. Many of us are going to Marseille first and many of us want to meet the others. We’re introducing ourselves to each other, looking for roommates, brainstorming ideas about how to spend our time. More and more people are writing all sorts of things every day. In two weeks, at this time – I hope – we’ll be sitting in a French pub with a few good friends and drinking some … I don’t know what!
If I wasn’t working out in the past few weeks, I was cycling with one of my friends. It’s been a strange feeling lately to cycle in and around the village where I lived for 11 years, but I haven’t cycled in 8 years.
I’ll only be going to work 15 times by the end of June. All my holidays are booked, and I already know when I’ll be spending my last days at home in home office. I’m trying to keep up with my work in the same way as I did the previous two years, but these days are different. There are already tasks that aren’t worth starting. The heir to my position is already there, and I’ll meet him on Monday the 16th when I get home from Athens, and we’ll have the opportunity to talk about the handover and takeover of the work. I hope that in the few days that we meet then, I can help him with the first steps of his journey.
In vain, summer is here, there have been many spontaneous opportunities to spend my time pleasantly. But I’m also taking time to write, in addition to the many outdoor activities.
I’m over the noisy weekdays. And I’m enjoying what awaits me in the next three months. From July I’ll be a little freer, because by all indications I won’t have a job yet. I’m planning to move down to the Alföld for a few days to a friend’s place. I’m also planning a trip to England for a few days, maybe a week, where another friend of mine and his wife are waiting.
I was thinking about traveling to a European country in July to practice the digital nomad lifestyle there. I have a few friends who could help with shipping in Spain, Los Alcázares, or Tenerife, England, even Romania or Slovenia. In fact, I also have contacts in Transylvania. However, this remains just a thought, because in July and August I still have 3 vaccination days and 3 Saturday teaching days in addition to the above trips.
I also have to prepare for the boat trip: I don’t have a backpack yet, I tried to buy a pair of white jeans for the white night party today, but they weren’t in my size at the store. I need the medicine for seasickness.
By the way, I asked AI about this: “I read this: The best medicine for seasickness is a patch called Scopolamine, which you can stick behind the ear. Where can I get this? Could you help me?” The answer started quite encouragingly: Unfortunately, in Hungary, the scopolamine patch (e.g. Scopoderm) that can be stuck behind the ear is not currently available, as it is not a licensed product in our country. If you insist on the scopolamine patch, you can get it from foreign online pharmacies, for example: EuroClinix, Inhouse Pharmacy. You can order on these sites after a medical consultation, and the product will be delivered to your home. However, it is important to note that a medical certificate may be required when importing it to Hungary, as the drug is not licensed in Hungary. Failure to do so may result in legal consequences. Well, thank you, this did not help me this time. Maybe Daedalon will stay…
In my post “Self-knowledge and self-identity in my eyes” I wrote that I also wrote to two coach friends about my mentoring. I am very happy that both ladies accepted my request and I can meet both of them 6 days apart. I wrote down 21 questions in 5 topics, based on which I imagined a framework for mentoring. Of course, we approach it spontaneously…
I am beyond noisy weekdays… I love this hustle and bustle. I love my life!