I love objectivity and generally shy away from wrapping something in pink glaze. That's why I thought I'd lay out what I've experienced in the past two months in one of the first posts.

Life is life everywhere.

You have to go to work everywhere, perform, think, do your tasks.

Harsh reality?

Not at all.

The fact that we get equally tired by the end of the day, equally miss things (just different things), equally have to strain ourselves, fills me with a sense of peace. I didn't move away from Hungary, my favorite city Budapest, in hopes of a better life, but sought some kind of self-justification that it's the same everywhere.

Only the surroundings and a few conditions change.

However:

Weekdays here somehow seem more monotonous, but if you have the right means of transportation, you can really explore the island on weekends and act like a tourist.

It's a strange balance, I'd say extreme.