My ex-wife and I split up after five years on New Years Eve. We just called it quits, sitting at home together, talking it out, and decided to split up.

March 11th I was on an airplane, moving to Budapest, Hungary. A place I'd never been before, I had no connection to, and had never even heard the language until the flight attendant gave the pre-flight pitch in Hungarian.

It just fucking happened. Like, 24 hours later I was standing in a shop in Budapest with a handful of weird-looking money, trying to buy some chips and a Coke, or something, and looking blankly at the shopkeeper as she spoke to me and I couldn't even fathom what she was saying.

She gave a little exasperated sigh, gently took my hand, took the proper money out of my hand, made change, and put the change into my hand. Then she gave me a gentle smile, and ... I had just purchased food. In a foreign country where I knew not a single word. And I wouldn't starve to death in the next few minutes.

Life was good.

We all make jumps from time to time. The further you jump, the more amazing it will be when you find yourself standing on your feet.

Good luck, my friend.

(Oh... and I dumped my Bots Dot and License Plate collections when I started purging... they suddenly just didn't seem so important any more.)