It has happened every year around this time for about the past 5 or so years. I start longing to travel to a place that, one day, I hope to call home. I am longing for Sweden.
When Alexander and I began making plans for a life together we always knew that one day we would live in Sweden. I love Sweden. I've been there a couple of times and I feel completely at home there. I'm sure that moving to a new country will offer me plenty of opportunity to experience culture shock but it will also be a very grand adventure. I dream of it all the time.
Sometimes, I dream about living in Stockholm where I am most familiar with the subways and buses and apartment living. I see myself there, working in the hubbub of the cosmopolitan city, stopping by at the local open air market for fresh veg on my way home. I see Alex and I placing our own Advent star in the window to stave off the dark night of winter. And I see us dancing around a Maypole somewhere in the countryside while getting tanked on schnapps and singing about little frogs.
Sometimes, I dream about living in Karlstad near Alex's father and mother. I see myself enjoying a quieter life that Karlstad offers, having friends over for wine and dinner, and taking walks in the nearby woods, picking fresh blueberries and chantarelles. And enjoying long talks with Jan, Alexander's father, whom I find really fascinating and interesting to talk to.
I've reading the local.se for news of Sweden and checking out Swedish sites just to get a dose of it all. I hope that we get the chances to travel there later this year. I can't wait until we're in the position to finally move there. I hope we can make it soon!
2 comments:
That would be awesome, for then we could meet in Sweden one day!
although there are ice hotels around the world now, i always wanted to see the one in Jukkasjärvi
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