And then she kissed me.
It was incredible, a perfect romantic moment out of some dream.
On my last day, at the airport, Krisztina was sad that I was leaving and asked when I would be coming back. What she said next is the most stunning, most romantic thing any woman has ever said to me:
"I will wait for you."
I almost stayed. I didn't. But I didn't come home either.
Arriving in London, walking into my apartment, I realised I just don't belong here. Not anymore.
I feel restless, unsettled. Being here, this apartment, this city, this country, just feels… wrong.
I've always felt my life, my destiny if you will, lay elsewhere. I said as much to Susie the day after I got back and she agreed. We still speak. She says she wants to remain friends and though I have my doubts and disappointments, I am at least grateful for her bringing me to Europe.
I'm just here to set my affairs in order. I will return to Budapest.
And to Krisztina, who enchanted me with just one kiss and waits for me across the ocean.
All of my life, I've been looking for something. Maybe this is it. And in less then two weeks, I turn 34. It's an age I've been looking forward to since I was a kid.
You see, my childhood hero, Captain Kirk was 34 when he took command of the Enterprise.
And look at James T. Kirk.
He always outsmarted or outfought the bad guys, saved the galaxy countless times and always got the girl (even the green ones).
Not bad. Not bad at all.
So I figure 34 is a good age to be and I'm looking forward to it.
I've spent too much of my life waiting for some sign or another or some elusive miracle, always believing things would just fall into place
through some act of providence. It's long past time I started living again.
And there's still time for me to command the Starship Enterprise.
Peace.