Saying goodbye to dear friends in LA.
My son is almost two years old, and a few months ago he started saying “home, home, home!”. This was right before we were about to leave Los Angeles and the only home he’s ever had thus far in his life. We would go for a walk to the park, and halfway there he would get anxious and ask to go home home home.
Meanwhile, I was packing up boxes of our belongings in the oppressive heat. Some to ship to Sweden, some to ship potentially long term to France and some to keep in California.
We are moving, lifting up our anchors and speeding chaotically towards our goal of moving to Europe. But even as I stepped onto the plane at LAX I didn’t even fully know which country our future forever home would be, let alone the region.
It’s kind of madness, kind of genius.
What we do know is that we are going to spend the fall and winter in Gotland, an island in the middle of the Baltic Sea which belongs to Sweden. If we will stay and make Sweden our forever home, or move to warmer more mediteranean climes, we don’t know yet.
I’ve been wanting to live in Europe for years. When I met my partner, our dreams merged and it became a magnetic, unstoppable vision. The first fall we were together, we traveled to six countries hoping to find our place. When we returned to California that winter, I got pregnant. One week later we went into full pandemic lock down.
The rest is history. A very familiar one that most of us can relate to where we look back at the last two years and wonder what really happened, what we were doing, and who we really are now.
It turns out the pandemic only strengthened our resolve, and now, sleep deprived with toddler and enthusiastic French man in tow, I’m setting out to find home again. This time as a family unit.
Right now Snow and I are in Maine, in my childhood hometown, visiting friends and family and being nourished by all the glory of a late New England summer.
It feels like the pause between in breath and out breath, a moment before the unfolding of a new life.
Enough people have asked to hear/read/see about this transition and what its going to look like for us, that I’m going to be sharing these updates here on my blog.
Also, I have a near compulsive need to write and reflect and introspect from inside ever corner of my inner world. So, this space will for a time contain a little bit of both. :)
All Love
Anja