So you want to know what’s going on in Manhattan, the city that never sleeps? Well forget Serena, Blair, and their “Upper East Side” child’s play. I’m your new connection between one tiny island and one giant collection of them. Hi, I’m Elle, and I live in New York and looooooove Sweden!
A year and a half ago, to the day exactly, I probably could not have placed Stockholm on a map of Sweden. The only time I heard the word “Swedish” was when my mother jokingly called me her little Swedish child, because I grew up so outrageously blonde and blue eyed. Then, one fine, magical day, (leave me alone), I met Mr. H, my boyfriend. From that day on, a whole, incredible world has opened up to me. A world of Swedes, Swedish style, food, clubbing (amazing), Swed-ish (gorgeous and yet very difficult to learn)…I could go on.
That world was turned upside down when, in January, his visa expired and he was forced to (suddenly) move back to Sweden. I was devastated. We had spent every single day, literally, of a year and change together, and now he was moving across the pond to a different time zone, no less! He has been gone since May 1st, and it has not gotten any easier. To his credit, he has made trips here almost every other weekend, sometimes more than that, and I have recently returned from a month long stay in Stockholm (we’ll get to THOSE stories later). But…needless to say, it’s difficult to be half of an equation. The emotional strain has been tremendous…the night before he left, I wrecked my car while driving down Fifth Avenue crying hysterically, and rather typically, blasting Kings of Leon and The Airborne Toxic Event.
We FINALLY received the happy news that he has, in his hot little hands, a new visa, and will be returning to NYC on October 1st. This recent adventure has not only brought me closer to Sweden (and my Sweet Swede) but also made me seriously question some major assumptions about relationships. I realized that the question isn’t always “How far will you go for love?” but rather, “How long will you stay in one place?”
Stay tuned for the goings on in this city, as I discover Swedish cafes and restaurants, hunt down my own version of Swedish style in New York (and try to bring it to my school, NYU), and find places that, if I can’t be in Stockholm, will at least remind me in some ways of my very much missed second home.
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