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So let’s get started. Why am I writing this now? — Honestly, I have no idea. Why now, and why not 5 or 10 years ago? After all, there were stories back then that I would have loved to share, but this might be the kind of thing you can actually learn from—in a slightly entertaining way. But of course, it’s also possible that I’m simply writing all this nonsense out of a selfish desire for therapy. Who knows—it doesn’t really matter. And anyway, don’t let anyone try to convince me that our countless famous writers and poets only started writing because they simply “felt like it.” What’s more, I’d bet that some of them downed way too much Hypo while doing it. However, to make things easier for myself, this doesn’t change the fact that I have to do all this on a keyboard originally set up for German. Everyone’s in for some real fun. 😄
I’d start the story somewhere around here: 100 years ago, I’d already been working for a relatively long time at a multinational company in Székesfehérvár when, one morning, my big toe started itching—telling me that this place wasn’t my world, not even the tiniest part of me wants to grow old here because, let’s face it… it’s incredibly boring to spend so much time in a toxic environment… ugh.
So without a “get out of jail free” card, I knew that without solid language skills—which, of course, due to the general state of the wonderful Hungarian education system, I didn’t feel were very strong even after finishing school—well, it was going to be really tough.
*DON’T PANIC*
After all, as a hard-working little monkey, they threw me a little handout every month, which I used to pay for a private tutor, and presto—there we were: I was able to take a B2-level English exam within a year. Of course, that didn’t mean I could actually speak fluently—just that I had a piece of paper that’s extremely uncomfortable to use for wiping my butt but, on the other hand, fancy enough to rest in peace at the very bottom of my drawer until the end of time. Amen. 🙏
So I hadn’t even finished the language exam yet, but I was already eagerly searching for my future employer—one better than the next. A few replied; there were some I talked to, and there were others who didn’t bother to respond (to them I’d say: no hard feelings, I don’t wish them any harm… or even another breath of air…). Well, whatever—then suddenly—like a bolt from the blue—the opportunity came… ““A startup in Hungary, an Austrian parent company, a stable background, a greenfield investment”—that’s all the marketing bullshit that came with it, and on top of that, the funny part is that they reached out to me—or rather, the headhunter did—but that’s just a minor detail. Greenfield… let’s pause here for a moment. This doesn’t mean, as many people imagine (obviously, I wasn’t one of them… pfft, come on), that they’re involved in agriculture, but rather that they’re looking for people for completely new projects. Well, that was all I needed to hear—it didn’t matter what it was, as long as I could just get out of here. 😅
I had the interview, some simple test tasks—I messed up on one of them—and on top of that, it was all in English… I think that’s what they call being thrown in at the deep end or something. 🌊
We discussed that I’d be filling a pretty high-level position, which would mean I wouldn’t spend much time at home, but in exchange, I’d get to travel the world on the company’s dime. Are you kidding me? This is the real deal—where do I sign? 🤩✈️🧳
Of course, after the interview, I had serious doubts, since I’d managed to screw up that pesky task, plus my English wasn’t perfect back then, but my eyes must have been sparkling, the stars must have aligned, and I was already pretty good at problem-solving even back then—so in the end, they hired me. Back then, there was another company in the running, which would have been better for my family since I would have stayed in town, but in the end, it was precisely at their urging that I set off on this journey. And I’m so glad I did, right? You’d be scrolling through TikTok and swiping through Instagram right now, wouldn’t you? Read this blog instead—you won’t get bored, and I guarantee you won’t regret it. 😉
And that’s how it happened—I set out to see the world, and that’s how I became an Accidental Nomad. Follow me on my adventurous journey, starting from a small Hungarian town to Graz, then through Spain, France, Germany, and the U.S., all the way to Hong Kong and South Korea—visiting more than 15 countries around the world. 🤠
Enjoy! Nepal! 😉
The photos from my trips are 100% my own—they haven’t even come close to using artificial intelligence—and they’re also available on InstaNtgram! 🌄
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Tip: It’s worth reading the articles on a larger screen instead of a phone—it’s a completely different experience because of the way the photos are laid out 😉
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