Back to My Roots

A journey home to Hungary

After two super long years, I finally returned to Hungary to visit my family and what an emotional reunion it was.

I flew from Catania to Budapest for a quick city break, then headed to the countryside where I grew up. Most of my time was spent surrounded by family, lush green fields, good memories and unfortunately lots of politics. The weather had its own agenda with cold, rainy, and often unpredictable days, but somehow that just made the experience even more nostalgic.

Being home again brought up all sorts of feelings. Childhood memories, the comforting smell of my mom’s cooking, and that deep sense of belonging you can only feel in your hometown. Hungary is not the easiest place to live these days, but it is still home. Always will be.

A bit about my origins

People often think I am Italian. Maybe it is the beard or the fact that I live in Sicily now, but the truth is I was born in a small, lesser-known city in Eastern Hungary. My family is middle-class. I have an older brother, a younger sister, and wonderful parents who gave me everything they could.

I studied to become a primary school teacher in Hungary before I left to chase bigger dreams abroad. At the time, job opportunities were scarce, so I packed my bags and moved to London which was a popular choice for many Hungarian young professionals back then.

Hungary is beautiful and full of character. Its language is one of the hardest in the world, the food is incredible, and the culture is a fascinating mix of old traditions and a very complicated history. When I go back, it feels like time travel. The post-communist architecture, the grand old castles, and a lingering atmosphere of both pride and sorrow.

Thoughts on my visit

What I love most about visiting home is how grounded I feel. Despite the weather, the political challenges, and the emotional tug of leaving again, I feel so grateful for my roots. They made me who I am today. A dreamer, a creative, and someone who is not afraid to leave comfort behind in search of more.

While I am sad to see how difficult life has become for many in Hungary, I am also hopeful. I believe in freedom, growth, and the power of change. Even if I do not live there now, I carry my heritage with me wherever I go.

Throughout this blog post, I am sharing some of the photos I took during the trip. Small glimpses into a place that continues to shape my journey. Thank you for reading and sharing this personal moment with me. If you have ever left your home country and returned years later, I would love to hear your story too.

Wishing you a beautiful start to June.