I have started this post several times in my head: while wandering the aisles of Ikea, walking towards the playground, on the bus to this location or that, etc but I have
1. Not sat down and started it
2. Am not necessarily sure how I am feeling
3. Get distracted a lot
BUT I thought today would be a good day to sit down and write the post, this time here between my Spotify Partners Relocation Seminar (SPRS) and my first Spotify Swedish lesson (post on learning Swedish to come). SIDE NOTE: Sadly I didn't finish the post until a couple of days later but I think that was for the better. I was really caffeinated Wednesday.
|G hanging in there|
|A visual of a transition|
We were asked to think about what we left behind and then reflect on where we were in our transition. I even figured out where G and M are. SO right now right here M is holding on to the first bar with one hand, G is swinging at new beginnings and I am somewhere between the neutral zone and new beginnings. I am enjoying exploring Stockholm and everything this opportunity has to offer us and the experience we are having. I am loving watching how G has just embraced the Swedish way. But I am struggling to help Marc see the glory that Stockholm, Sweden and the world has to offer us.
I am not saying that I don't miss Seattle and everything we have there, I do. I think it is a testament to what a wonderful life we had in there that we do miss it and are having a hard time letting go. We left for the opportunity and experience not as a way to escape. We decided to come here and by golly I am going to try to find the positive in everything, even if it kills me.
I am not always successful at this, this is why I cried at my haircut on Friday. The guy asked me questions like what do I want done with my hair and how short, and all I could think 'I don't know can we phone Fran and she will tell you.'
|My first post-Fran hair cut....|
BUT by golly I am going to find the positive in everything. (To every negative there is an equal and opposite positive.) Yes we have to climb 5 flights of stairs to get to our flat BUT I am back in my pre pregnancy jeans without any extra effort! Yes our bathroom is a little quirky BUT when G pees on the floor I can just hose it down and squeegee it into the shower without getting out the mop.
In El Salvador, I tried to live by my saying "Home is where you keep your underwear." Here is where our underwear is and here is where we are creating our home.
|The swing of G. Look up, laugh and enjoy the ride!|