If we are what we read…

2025.06.01. /

Hello everyone, greetings again after a period like a sandstorm, which made me disappear for a bit. If anyone missed fresh posts, I’m filling this page now with one of my favorite topics: I touched on the subject of books when I started the blog, and given the role they’ve played in my life, they definitely deserve a dedicated journal page of their own. And here I am, ready to share with you my printed memories, the feel of hardcovers, the soft bindings, and the silent companions that have shaped my moods from childhood until today.

They formed my thoughts, inspired me to act, understand, and accept. Thanks to them, I have countless inner windows looking out to different times; they gave me knowledge and offered perspectives.

This mini library of my carefully selected favorites is my island of calm. The visible bricks of our home not only tell their own stories but also mine—each piece fused to me, one by one.

Dated: Oct 15, 2016

daysonpapercom

Welcome to our little virtual corner! I’m a single mother raising my wonderful son, Ruben, who has grown into a remarkable teenager. For years, I was the sole breadwinner as a Krav Maga instructor, balancing the challenges of parenthood and work on my own. When Ruben started kindergarten, I embarked on a new journey by studying healthcare management at Semmelweis University, specializing in health tourism management. After graduating, I began working in my field and experienced firsthand the tragic impact of the COVID-19 pandemic while serving as a healthcare manager in a state hospital. As the pandemic subsided, I transitioned into private healthcare, where I currently work as a practice manager. Meanwhile, our family moved from a small town to Vác, a charming historic Danube riverside city near Budapest. Here, we embrace the everyday moments and joys of life together. If you want to hear more stories about us, you’re warmly invited to visit the original Daysonpaper blog at S&Ru’s Diary on daysonpaper.blog.hu. So I decided to try living for a year on an international stage and see if there are other mothers in similar shoes for whom this diary could be a support on the harder days—just as it has been a support for me when I was able to look beyond the difficulties and sincerely believe in my own strength. Thank you for stopping by!