Hello lovely people. I miss home today. I miss my mother and my family that still lives there.
I was writing on
face book to a old classmate, from when I was 7, he had post a picture of my city
Härnösand and I wrote "I miss home" his answer was funny and true I guess. He wrote "go to web camera and you will see the same people as back in the days" I did see the same people at the same places as 2 years ago when I was there the last time. But I miss it anyway.
I feel just like me when I'm there. Just me. Without obligations, fashion (I dress up a little when I'm going to a bar), no crazy traffic (only on Saturday nights when the "
raggare"= old American car fans but Swedish then, they are driving up and down at the main street with loud music, chicks and booze) , no
schedules and no stress. Just nature, slow walking and a lot of humor,
laughter and good old friends. I was a early bird to fly away from my town by the age of 19 I moved to the capital city of Sweden and lived there til I moved to New York I was 29 then. What a big
difference??? Yea...it's huge but I love the contrasts and I have grown and became this person I am today. I
learned the language better even though all Swedes are brilliant in
English.
Before I always felt like my sister feels today
coming back to our home town, bored. Some kind of stress I believe and I see that clearly now when I'm older and when I like where I'm at right now in my life.
I do believe that being with the older, my grandmother, who is my hero is when I learn the most, grow and love. That's what I love coming home. It's secure to come home. It looks the same, people are the same except there hair is different,
all of them have babies now, they all remember me and say things like "isn't it a little too stressful in the big city" "too fast for me" I just smile. Because it's true. Too fast, too many people and too many "must
dos".
I love placing my order about food I love my mother to cook for me. This time it's
prickled herring,
gravad lax, Swedish shrimps, cray fish, fresh picked potatoes and mothers
rhubarb pie....
yummy...
I'm leaving the 27
th of this month I can't wait.
I will dream of my mothers food
Love //C
