Home is…

…Where my child is. And my husband.

Landed in London without my family. On my way to home. To the empty flat. That’s where I keep my physical belongings. But doesn’t feel quit like Home without the little and the other half one. Wow shocking emotion. Breaking news.

Motherhood is so strong. I can feel home anywhere in the world if my baby is with me. Have to admit Never felt like this towards my own mother. Being a mother is such a strong bound to that little person. I have never imagined I would feel like this. Shocking but beautiful feelings.

Love my child.

This was Just a little note. To remember if I ever read this again. Where is your home? .

Once upon a time they called me Ginger

We went to Amsterdam for a few days to meet my husband’s friends and family. Happened that a friend from Hungary also spent a couple of days in Amsterdam at the same time and we actually managed to meet up.

She hasn’t seen me for a while and when we said goodbye she said “you changed a lot and you are a mummy now. You know I knew you as Ginger” I completely forgot about that! I completely forgot about Ginger! How could I? That was me for a couple of years and now it’s completely vanished. I’m a mum with no sense or memories of the past 😮

Well at least I still have the red hair…but what else? Really not much. I’m not interested in partying because I have to get up early next morning and can’t sleep off the night so I’d rather go home early to have some decent hours of sleep. And to be honest I have better ideas about enjoying life then going out and getting shitfaced.

I’m not interested in men as I have a cute lovely and faulty one at home who is totally enough for me in every aspects. So yes Ginger as the party girl is kind of dead. But don’t really mind that! Somehow it just feels nice to live a simple life. Sometimes I get itchy feet that my life is boring but most of the time if I think about my life I’m pretty content. I got everything I ever wanted. As far as I can remember I always got everything I wanted. so really no use to complain.

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ad in the past to make my life more exciting and adventurous just faded away when Baby arrived. I still cherish some desire to travel to a distant warm part of the world and live free and careless and do what I want to do in the heat of the moment but it is drifting further and further away.

I'm actually satisfied.

And guess what… for a stupid reason I'm sitting on a flight on my own at moment back home to London while my baby and hubby is still in Amsterdam. I've always grumbling about being tired and wanting a break on my own and now that I have it I just completely missing them. My baby and my hubby. My family.

Isn’t she the cutest thing in the world?

I’m not a saint I get angry or anxious or annoyed just like every human being from time to time. Especially when she doesn’t want to eat her lunch or hold my hand when we walk home from the Childminer and she tries to run away or when she doesn’t want to wash her hands or have a meltdown just because I chose the wrong timing for nappy change or she wants snacks instead of dinner.

But then there are those moments when she is just pure happiness and joy. Or when I’m holding her while she is sleeping that’s definitely a moment when my whole universe expands in peace.

Or when I’m proud of her being so smart. Like today she tried to insert a key into our front door. Not even 19 months old. She also can open little gates with lock or pop the buckle in on her high chair. She is just amazing.

And she is definitely bilingual now. Absolutely understands English and Hungarian. Says a couple of words in Hungarian like slippers (papucs), water(víz) and kitty (cica). Perfectly well says bye bye. Then there are words like ba or ban (banana), Baby and baba. She tried auto (car) and me’ (more) or avo (avocado) .

Yeah 2018 will be the year when my daughter will start talking to us. Looking forward to it 🙂