The world becomes smaller as you grow up. When you learn to drive and get a drivers license, it becomes even smaller. When you start traveling around the world and flying long distances, it becomes even smaller.
Technology constantly changes the ways in which we interact with the world and people around us and I’ve been fascinated in particular by the overlap between the physical and digital worlds, specifically with location based technologies. But I believe strongly in the value of these interactions in the physical world, actually going somewhere and meeting people.
Which is why I’ve so privileged to have the chance to actually work on site at the prezi office in Budapest for five weeks. I worked on a variety of projects and in another post will share some of my reflections on that.
The day before I started, I posted a blog post reflecting on the idea of communication in a globalised world and this is a tangentially related post (written after my last day while on the aeroplane departing Hungary) about my perceptions of time and space in reflection of my time spent in Budapest while working an intern at Prezi.
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I have always said that I am privileged to have two beautiful countries to call home, both of which call me a citizen. They’re on opposite sides of the world and called home for very different reasons.
I was born in Hungary, my family and heritage are all Hungarian. I’ve been brought up speaking the language and actively engaging in the culture and with the community.
I was three years old when my parents, sister and I moved to New Zealand. I have grown up there, gone to school, learned and worked and made friends, had boyfriends, had good times and bad times. It is where all the major logistical components of my life are tied – I have an address, a phone number, a bank account, a tax ID. etc. Similarly, I’ve grown up experiencing and engaging with the local community, culture and language.
I’ve just spent 6 weeks in Hungary working an internship with Prezi. It was about a week in when I casually referred to the apartment I was living in as ‘home’. I joked about how home is somewhere you have a key to the door, you can help yourself to anything in the fridge, your devices connect to the wifi, you can take off your pants and fall onto a bed.
I’ve been back to Hungary twice before for holidays with family for two weeks each time. This time, I didn’t feel like just a visitor. Hungary has finally become a home where I realised I can live and work and make friends, where I can find my way around as well as get lost, and make it through hard times and have good times too. Where I could come and go and no one would have figured out that I don’t belong or that I hadn’t actually lived there for 20 years.
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We often say ‘it feels like just yesterday when…’, and in fact, it feel like just yesterday I found out I got the internship at prezi, or that I woke up to find my confirmed itinerary in my inbox, or was coming in to land feeling all kinds of nervous, exited, uncertain and apprehensive.
I think that those moments in time which feel like ‘just yesterday’ are more about the emotional highs, good or bad, we tie to them, where they are so powerful that we can accurately recall how we were feeling at that point in time. We remember so vividly that moment that it is as memorable as perhaps something mundane which really did only happen ‘just yesterday’.
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Time and space are all about perception, and this perception changes based on a great deal of influential factors. I’m not a psychologist by any means but this is purely based on my interactions with the world.
Hungary always felt so far away. I think part of this is my parents always groaned and threw their hands in the air when the topic came up of traveling to Hungary. All I ever heard was ‘its such a looooong trip.’ Since I’ve started traveling more often and by myself, I realised that by my perception it’s not really that far.
I was sad leaving again, of course, it is sad saying goodbye to family who take you in without a question even though they hardly know you as a person.
10 years ago when I travelled to Hungary for the first time, I bawled my eyes out when we left New Zealand and then bawled my eyes out when it was time to go back. I was homesick for Hungary for weeks afterwards.
I feel less emotional about it this time because I know it is more in my control now if I ever want or need to come back. At the same time, it has been my longest time away from home. I got asked often if I felt homesick and honestly, I didn’t really. I did miss my parents and my sister and at times felt guilty about the work that I was missing or that I was away from university and disengaged from my study. But I still had ties back to all these things. I made an effort to reply to emails from work, I talked to my parents on FaceTime every single morning, I could send iMessages to my friends and sister, I could keep in touch with what my friends were doing by their posts on Facebook, even if they were in the opposite time zone.
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What I will miss more will be the people and the situations, spending summer weekends with my family, getting to know them, the shared office space with Learn and Support and our daily interactions and laughs we shared. I look forward to returning to my studio space at uni and my friends and colleagues at my workplace. Unfortunately, sometimes we can’t have both worlds, because the logistical fact is that my two homes are still geographical separated by some 17000km. It becomes easier to bridge that gap in terms of how our perceptions of it are altered but that tangible distance remains the same.
Instead, I am happy that I have these opportunities and places and people in my life and I will continue to travel and experience places which will no doubt become an important part of my life.