Letelepedési

I applied for my PR in Hungary in January and was told I'd have to wait 120 days. So when May rolled around I began to wonder - has my application gone missing?

Apparently not, because yesterday I found out that I've been summoned for an interview. They don't interview everyone, so I guess I'm just exotic enough to be lucky - not many Malaysians applying for Hungarian PR!

The worst case scenario is that I will be expected to speak fluent, even middling Hungarian, or be booted out. The best is that I will show up, have a 10-minute chat, and then be given the PR.

I guess they'll be expecting me to say why I've stayed so long. Which isn't hard to do really - Budapest is one of the easiest, loveliest cities in the world to live in (when it isn't winter). I've had a visitor this week who lives an ascetic life in Libya, so being here was decadence for him, whether lying in the sun after a hearty lunch of pörkölt and pálinka, people-watching at Gödör, or spending a day in the baths. It made me feel quite chuffed to call it my home of sorts.