Thursday, September 26, 2013

Singing the homesick blues


This happens every time a trip to Sweden is approaching... I start dreaming about home; about my family, my friends, and all the familiar places that brings me comfort and joy. And when I wake up there is a big hole in my stomach; a wistful hunger that breakfast won't solve.

What's annoying is that I'm really perfectly happy over here. I have a great job, fantastic friends and a wonderful extended family. It's just that when the Old Country keeps messing with my subconscious I have to struggle really hard not to bury myself in uncontrollable longing and negative thought patterns. (Not to mention self-pity...)

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Ah, well. I'll just keep repeating the mantra that usually brings me solace in times of gloom and grief: This too shall pass.

It will, I'm sure.

4 comments:

  1. Har varit dålig på att följa med här på ett tag och nu fick jag genast dåligt samvete. :-) Men kul att du trivs där borta!

    Stor kram!

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    1. Inte ska du ha dåligt samvete! Men trevligt att du tittade in. :)

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  2. Hm, lurigt det där med hemlängtan. Men klart att det kommer att gå över. Ser fram emot din visit i hemlandet. :)

    Kramar!

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    1. Ja, det blir finfint att träffas - hurra! :)

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