Apparently I was and still am not, and probably will never be, but it is what it is. And I’m okay with that.
Thank you, Sweden. Thank you for teaching me to appreciate personal space. Thank you for your idea of fika break, of balancing personal and professional lives, for introducing the notion of lagom, “not too much not too little.”
I still don’t like your idea of snow and cold air in April, or that darkness in November, I don’t think I would ever get used to that even if I stayed longer.
Thank you for restoring my belief in opportunity and change, in equality and the so-called better world. These are some of the things I would forever owe you.
My eyes misted over with tears when I wrote this, so let me just conclude this note by quoting one of my favorite authors, Jhumpa Lahiri:
I know that my achievement is quite ordinary. I am not the only (wo)man to seek his (her) fortune far from home, and certainly I am not the first. Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.
Tack och hej då, Sverige. Hoppas det är alltid bra med dig.
Till the day we meet again,