I miss Sweden so terribly much now and then. Not just abstract "Sweden", of course, but my boyfriend, my friends, his family, everything that is so lovely about living there. I'm going in a few weeks so it is not a sad or desperate sort of missing, just a pleasant longing to be there that has me wishing for all the strangest things one can miss about a place. Aftonbladet, bike paths, queue tickets (kölappar). The things you never notice on an average day get filed away in your mind, and they build up such a strong and silent picture of what makes up a place, a presence you hardly notice until it's not there and you find yourself craving a newsstand sandwich in a plastic bag from Pressbyrån.
Certain kinds of weather make me think about places I have been. Misty fall days make me think of Montreal. Bright sunny mornings make me remember Toronto. And just now, this early spring weather seems to be inextricably linked to Sweden. I keep expecting to glance out my window and see the Fyris river glittering in the pale spring sun.
All winter I've been patiently waiting for the results of my application for a residency permit, but now it's really starting to itch. I'm keeping all of my fingers and toes crossed one hundred per cent of the time, but this is getting difficult and I just want to know! I calculated back in November that the very earliest I would hear anything is in April, and I really am trying not to get to anxious for the calendar to flip but patience is not something I can ever claim to have.
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