Merry Christmas everyone!
Months ago I had the idea that now I would have the opportunity to write about what my first Christmas alone was like.
But then it turned out that I wasn’t alone, and in fact, if I think about it, I didn’t even have a chance. After all, conversations and messages accompanied my whole day.
My favorite – if I may say so – from today was this:
Hi, I don’t know how your day is going 😍, first Christmas without your loved ones, but I think you treat it like any other wonderful day from your past days (even).
And then you will have Christmas when you return home and hug your children, parents, siblings 🥰!
I wish you all the best. Yesterday I was able to spend a little more time reading your blogs, which also made me feel something 🥴.
I don’t know what kind of person will return home, but I know for sure that he will not be the same person as the one who left 👍.
When I read your writings, the happy or bad feeling you feel comes through. And I’m glad that you also show the part of Bali that is not touristy but the reality.
Have a very, very nice day and evening 😘!
This is a real gift!
And it wasn’t wrapped in tissue paper.
Whoever wrote it knows me well. Yes, every day is equally wonderful for me, the holiday really comes when a few hugs happen and the same person can no longer visit Hungary.
In addition, I spent the whole day talking to someone, and then we ended up watching the sunset together for an hour while drinking our Christmas coconut in 35 degrees.
I didn’t expect a gift today.
On Saturday morning, I received it in the form of another message.
These three words are received after awakening:
NIS2 95% Than you!
I spent my last working day in Hungary as an employee on June 30th. One of my important tasks was to prepare for the NIS2 audit, the first round of which I was still an employee. When the second round took place, I was already living in the second Asian country.
This recognition is a great gift for me. I love that 5 months after I left, someone let me know that I was part of the success.
My former boss wrote this message.
He is no longer my boss.
We have become much more during the time we spent together.
He is my friend!
István, thank you for the Christmas gift! And I am grateful for your friendship – this is the real gift.
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