One Year in Sweden!
I did it! I made it! Yes! One year. One year in Sweden. One year permanently away from my country. I want to thank my mom, my stylist, the creative director… But wait. This shouldn't be that big of a deal. I mean; it is a milestone, but this is permanent. I am an "Expat". I will live here for the rest of my life. Yikes. That sentence was hard to type. Full disclosure: I deleted it twice and considered putting a "(likely)" in there between will and live. But the word "likely" only softens the blow. The truth is, this is home. We're fully settled in. Home, car, dog and now baby. The roots are in. It's official. The fat lady is "...in the club high singing off key ' And I wish I never met her '…" I'm still wrapping my head around the permanence of our move here. I think about Swedie when she made that trek across the pond to the US. That was a big deal, bu...