Sweden. Home?

Speaking of Sweden and “home” I cant help of wonder if i ever will move back. It feels further and further away, all things that is normal here now, and how i dont really feel connected to what is going on back in Sweden anymore. I check the news online, and sometimes ask my mum what that was about, if it is something i dont really get. But more then that, i dont have a clue really. I dont know the Tv shows, i dont know the music, i dont even know the grade system i schools anymore. Im pretty sure it changed since i lived home.

I was the ONLY one i know ( in the UK) that cared about the fact that Sweden won the Ice hockey World Championships this year. Everyone looked at me like i was crazy when i screamed in the pub.  “What have Sweden won?”  that And this is in less then 5 years. How will it be to go back after 10?

Well, I dont think it will happen, but i still, makes me think sometimes… and what would i do back home? Buy a house and, eeeeerr, work where? Na, I stay here for a long time. London gets stuck with you, and also, D only knows 3 words in Swedish. He wont learn more…



The pain…

Back to the worst thing with being away from your friends and family back home in Sweden… not being able to be there when they are hurting and would need to have a chat eye to eye, or just hang out without talking… Skype is there and it helps a bit, but still… not the same.

And to you lovely friends here in London… without you, I would fall apart totally. So dont think you are not important. And the Hungarians.. you could come back to London as well, please. 

I miss my family.

But i want to be in London. 

I miss my friends.

But i want to be here with D.

London vs Sweden. 

Forever pulling me apart.