16/05/2026
I moved to Sweden because of love.
At that time, my fashion brand had just started growing in Hungary. Customers slowly started to come, opportunities started to open… and still, I left everything behind.
Like many of us do sometimes, I followed my feelings instead of logic. I followed love, the dream of being loved, building a life together, starting something new. Nothing else mattered in that moment.
The love story ended very quickly. But somehow, Sweden stayed in my heart.
I returned once again and started rebuilding my life completely from zero.
It was not easy. I had no money. My business was falling apart. My dresses, materials and my whole life were scattered in boxes between friends and family members in Hungary and Sweden. I was emotionally broken and found myself once again in a very dark period of my life.
But something inside me kept pushing me forward.
I remember packing my tiny little car with everything I could fit into it and driving alone towards Sweden. It was the first time in my life I had driven such a long distance completely alone.
I cried a lot during that journey. Not only from pain, but also from hope.
Hope that maybe a new life was waiting for me somewhere ahead.
In the beginning I lived with friends, shared apartments, tried to rebuild myself slowly. Thankfully I already started speaking Swedish, I found work quite quickly, first in elderly care, later in schools as a teacher.
It was difficult. Very difficult.
A new language. A new culture. A new environment. Completely outside my comfort zone.
Even today, when I think back to that time, I can still feel that discomfort in my heart.
But I knew that if I wanted to build my dream one day, I had to keep moving.
Fashion never left me. The dream never left me.
There were only detours in life.
And step by step, I slowly started building everything again.
