Well that was not the start to 2011 that I really wanted.
Ten minutes into the New Year and my parents who have been married for 41 years (63 and 59 years of age) have announced that they are to separate and divorce. I’m not going to air any personal details on here but it seems final and as you can imagine it’s a huge blow.
The house that is going to be sold has been my childhood home since I was six years old and there is nothing I would have loved better than to take my Swedish love to the house where I grew up, showed her the schools where I forged my education and of course introduce her to the family. But now those dreams have been ripped apart by a savage blow that I never expected.
After this harsh Swedish winter I planned to show her the UK for the first time and try and allow her to fall in love with a country just as I had done to hers but alas that has now been taken from me. Of course on the other hand it meant that I had longed to show my own parents Sweden, a land where there son had moved in order to begin a new life, a new chapter and I was so looking forward to displaying my knowledge, albeit minimal, just to see how much “the boy had grown”
No it feels just so abandoned and isolated. A mere myth.
I moved here three months ago, knowing that if it all went wrong I would have the safety and comfort of my family home to return to. That is no more. What once was my home has changed, I am here and now the comfort has gone this is all I have.
Sweden is no longer a place where I “Will see what happens” it’s now a place where I fight for my very future. I chose to make Sweden my home and though for the past twelve weeks it’s been an adopted home it now is the only place I have.
Life will never be the same but I could not wish to be anywhere else right now. Sweden my place, my home.