Moving to Vác! The beginning of a new life for a single mother and her soon-to-be-teenage son.

About Us

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!

So here I am, sitting in my little nook overlooking the backyard (exceptionally without a book in my lap), giving myself a few minutes to reflect on how I ended up here. And the story is mind-blowing. Maybe this isn’t the place to detail it all, but I know it took everything I’ve always wanted to believe I am: willpower—the stubborn, constant, persistent, and unwavering will that focuses on those opportunities in the world essential to my goals. It took the family who, despite this decision placing me geographically farther away (but closer to others), have been my steadfast support in building every (perhaps strange to them) desire of mine. Without that family, I wouldn’t just be absent from this wonderful home with this wonderful little boy—I wouldn’t have even reached halfway on my path. The knowledge that they would never leave me alone, that when I need support and help—things I can’t even voice—they feel it and respond, is a treasure beyond compare. I cannot be grateful enough to you for helping me nest a center in this new life, from which I can embark on new paths. I know for certain it wouldn’t have been possible without you.

And it also took all the irony of my fate. I know I needed my successes just as much as the countless failures that propelled me forward. If I quiet my thoughts now and open the box where I gently wrapped my disappointments—side by side with the desecration of trust, the shattering of my self-belief, the sudden emptiness of spoken words—I don’t exactly admire them, but now I understand them. And I don’t harm this box, because what’s inside, though still a little painful, I know is a bridge between past and future. Sitting here in this room, breathing the air that tastes different here, watching the sun that warms a little differently, I begin to feel gratitude for everything in that box. As the saying goes: a calm sea does not make skilled sailors, and though I don’t seek failure, once I recognize it, I do create new opportunities from it. So… in the end, I do say thank you.