14/04/2026
13 years ago, we moved to England. Our children were born here, and this country has shaped a big part of our lives.
Back then, we didn’t leave because of politics, the economy, or public sentiment. We simply wanted to experience something new—and, of course, to truly learn the language. We spoke English when we arrived… or at least we thought we did. Turns out, “school English” didn’t exactly prepare us for real-life conversations, regional accents, or the eternal mystery of British small talk. 😄
Over time, we found our way. We learned that “You alright?” is a greeting, not a medical concern, and that tea really does solve everything. ☕ And although I miss my homeland and the friends and family we left behind every single day, the UK has become our second home.
Today, however, we feel a renewed sense of joy and hope. Hope that a better future may be built in Hungary. Hope that positive change could one day allow us to return and build our lives there, enriched by the experiences we’ve gained abroad.
For now, we wait and believe. Because the recent elections have shown that we Hungarians are capable of standing together for the promise of a better future. 🇭🇺✨
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