Since I’m gearing up to leave my country for the US in a few months (not permanently, but for a year or so) I’ve begun to think a lot about my country, my relation to it and my own history and what I am proud over with my country – which is quite a lot of things. Taking a long farewell of my country is – a bit surprisingly – to see it with new, fresh eyes. Suddenly I see a lot of things that I’ve been taken for granted and realize that I will miss them. It thus brings about a lot of feelings in a way that I hadn’t anticipated since I’ve been looking forward to this relocation for quite some time – it is a luxury to be able to do such a thing by free will and curiosity. I’ve also – which started almost unconsciously – begun to take photographs with this in the back of my head; thinking that I will put together a post of “my Sweden – my soil” before I leave. Making lists in my mind over what I’m looking forward to and what I will miss. My travel and living in another country will get a blog of its own. The lady dandelion will continue, but I think the experience of living in another country should have a blog of its own. I will be happy to get your input on this down the road – as well as input on what you want me to write about. So: expect more gearing up for travel blog posts now and then until my departure in October. Some might be very sentimental, but I hope you won’t grow too tired of them. Now: This is a few photos captured the last few days when it has been very warm, damp and beautiful. A part of my country. A part of me.
(The first two photos were taken just after hearing the devastating news of the brutal terror attacks in Norway – our close and dear neighbour. Words are futile, but my thoughts are with them – the victims and their families, as well as the Norwegian people. It felt even more brutal hearing the news in this beautiful scenery.)