So, I'm not here because I love being up at nights or because I don't have anything better to do. Like sleeping or getting to work in the morning, because I have. It's just that it feels so different here. It's not because I'm here without you or that everything that used to be right is wrong. For the right was always right and the wrong was always wrong. But sometimes we have trouble seeing it. I love being here, I love the country, the people, the pounds, the houses and the language is alright too. And I've been here for almost two months now so I'm getting costumed with pretty much everything. The only thing missing is home. I have my life here and I have home. I enjoy it more here but home is still home, it's everything that I love put in one place. Because when you love something you love all of it. So it's not that I can't sleep because I'm missing you, any of you. It's because it isn't home. And I do miss you, but only the ones inside the walls of my home. The home I built around my heart, around the people that I love. For everything that they are.
England - Sweden
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Hang in there. :) We love you too. And we love your new blog!
ReplyDeleteHaha, jag sitter här och gråter när jag läser allt du skriver. Jag är så fruktansvärt stolt över dig. Du är så modig och så stark. När/om du kommer hem så måste vi träffas! Saknar dig och dina upptåg!
ReplyDeleteKram
En stor NORSK kram till dig.. med hela kinden! :P
ReplyDeleteVad hände med mitt inlägg? Jag var ju jättesnabb med att skriva nåt här. Konstigt...
ReplyDeleteI alla fall - Heja Sverige! Sagt av fransyskan...
Nu vet jag varför jag tjatar på er om att skriva böcker... Snyft:-( Men jag äääälskar det du skriver - och dig!!! KraM
ReplyDeleteps! hemmet har jag runt mitt hjärta också - eller är mitt hjärta runt hemmet - jag vet inte hur det hänger ihop men ihop hänger det;-)