As many start-up owners, all around the world, I’d had absolutely no intention to have a holiday this summer. This quiet period usually is the best time to catch up with all the old items on your to-do list. At least that’s what I’d thought. But, since our last article was published 6 days ago, you may correctly guess that life had different plans for me.
Last Thursday, I heard a knock on the door. But when I opened it, I saw no one except for 3 bags on my doormat. While I was trying to overcome my fear of unattended luggage (thanks airport announcements), I suddenly heard music. And not just any music, but a Hungarian Operetta song. Still without any suspicion that the whole situation somehow is connected to me, I started to believe that my neighbor has some visitors.
The theory wasn’t so far-fetched because my lower neighbor happens to be Hungarian, too, and it was on the very day of the Hungarian National Day, so clearly –in my mind – he had nostalgia, hence the music and guests from the homeland, hence the bags. The fact that he doesn’t live on my floor didn’t seem to bother my speculation (what a shame, I grew up reading Agatha Christie).
I was waiting at the door for my neighbor’s theoretical guests to come back and take their stuff away, when the singing started. “That voice sounds like…Could that be? No…It’s not possible!” But there they were…my three girls singing my favorite song and yelling “SURPRISE!”. I was just standing there speechless with both hands on my mouth, trying not to cry…that loud.
It’s not easy to surprise me due to my upbringing with Hercule Poirot, but this caught me off guard. I was so touched that I couldn’t stop shaking and giggling. We spent three fantastic, all-girl days together gossiping around and simply just enjoying each other’s company. Like good ol’ days.
I cannot be grateful enough for my thoughtful friends and for the unexpected holiday. I am lucky to have you, girls!