This is the last blog post I will write from Sweden (it is possible I will find the time for one during the end-of-stay AFS camp, but I wouldn't count on it; in any case this will be the last one while living with my host family). In six days I will be in Minneapolis, sleeping in my own bed, eating meals with my real family, and speaking English with my old friends.
In a week and a half I will be starting work again as at Adventium Labs, which has for the past two years been the best summer job a person my age could possibly imagine. Two months after that, I'll be moving out again, this time to Manhattan, to pursue an undergraduate degree of some description at NYU. I am looking forward to all of these things, and there are uncountable other pleasures, large and small, that I have missed from my old life.
But even so, I cannot describe how sad I am to leave Stockholm. I am leaving wonderful host family who I love very much, many wonderful friends (I'd like to thank Blair, Susan, Hanna and Elvira in particular, though there are others), a city that I have grown to call home, a language I have learned to express myself in, and a culture that matches my personality almost perfectly. I'm not sure where life will take me in the coming years, but I would be happy to find myself living here permanently.
I plan to return to Sweden soon and frequently, and I have already started pestering my friends and host family to come visit me in New York and/or Minnesota.
There is much I wish I had done this year (a train trip around Europe, smooching a certain friend who will remain nameless because they may read this blog someday, swimming in the Baltic, etc.), but I am proud of everything I did accomplish and all of the memories I have. This has been, without a doubt, the best year of my life.