I'm home. I'm home in my own room in Gothenburg and it feels so, so weird. Yesterday I woke up at four in the morning and my flight was at nine. It was so hard to say goodbye to my host family, because when I did, I realized that my summer here was over.
Mum and dad met me at the airport and my cousin surprised me as well. You can’t really explain the feeling of seeing everyone again, it feels strange. It feels unreal that I’ve been in Brighton for a month and now, suddenly, I’m home again to my “normal” life in Sweden. When you think about it, it almost feels like the last four weeks have been a dream. It’s so mixed feelings about being home again. I think I need a few days to really understand what I’ve been doing for the last month, because right now I can’t understand anything.
I don’t want to say it, but this chapter in my life is now over, but I’ve had the best summer in my life. Thank you <3