It is over.
Almost 7 months, and I am now going home... How weird.
I don't think it has sunken in yet, even though I've been home for 3 days. It just feels like we've arrived to the next stop in a bigger journey, and that we will only stay for a couple of days and then move on. 7 months. Where did the time go? It just can't be over yet. It just can't. Just imagine the panic when they in the airplane speakers called "We will soon be landing at Arlanda. The weather is 5 degrees below zero and there is a mild snow storm." Great... There are several silver linings though, family and friends obviously, but also football, sleeping in my own bed, cooking my own food, normally salted butter, and not being sweaty at ALL THE TIME (although I know I'll regret that wish in less then a week and miss the heat incredibly). It is sort of nice to be home, but when will we move on? I woke up the other day wanting to go surfing, but perhaps not in 4 degrees water. I think I'll be time sooner rather than later, don't you?
See you later, alligator
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