February 17, 2010
I feel like I want to be honest.
The thing is, I’m missing my friends something terrible. And my family obviously. (None of them live over here in Scandinavia). But my friends, they’re spread all over the world, and in particular, they’re across the pond, which means they’re not here, where they should be, with me. Today, this hurts.
Sure, I have people here in Sweden that I call friends that I hang out with here, but it’s not the same. They’re not friends with a capital F. And I don’t think they ever would be, either. Honestly.
You see, I only came back to Sweden by the end of last year, for a limited period of time and for a specific reason. To re-group, re-organize myself and to change path. Physically and mentally, I left this place ages ago. I hadn’t planned on ever coming back.
But in the end, this little stint turned out to be the best option at the time, and I decided to go for it.
The problem is that sometimes, it’s hard to cope. Really hard.
Just like I knew it would be, it’s hard coming back to something you’ve left, for proper reasons, too.
I would say that six days out of seven are fine, one hangs in there and gets done what needs to be done. But on that seventh day, boy does it get hard. I feel so remote, so distant from everything and everyone that is dear to me, and I’m just hoping it doesn’t show too much. And I’m hoping even more that this too, like this ongoing winter, shall pass.
Posted by Hermione at 1:49 PM