Hello my lovelies!!

First off, I am so sorry for the lack of entries, got home pretty late after work last night as the refurbishing of a metro stop in town, it takes me about double the length of time it normally takes to get home. I was pretty beat when I got in and today, on my day off... It's been a pretty weird day. 
I constantly get asked why I don't just move back to Sweden to work as a Nurse, or to continue my studies as I wish to do, and it's got me thinking. Sweden's a lovely place, don't get me wrong. It's a beautiful country and it has everything you'll ever need in life. But what if I want more? What if I never really, truly, felt like I belonged in Sweden? This September marks 5 years since I moved. Yeah, sometimes I miss it, but that doesn't mean I want to permanently move back. 
I've just been in this state of thinking all day. Not only about that, but about everything. 

Sooo, we've gotten to the point of the entry where I'm supposed to tell you something y'all don't know about me. Well, here it goes. I've legally changed my own name. I used to have 4 (!!!) middle names. I now have 2 (I took away 3, and added 1). I never really liked my middle names (and to have a total of 6 names, including my last name...) and with my parents divorcing back in fall 2012, I started the process of changing my name. It felt moke okay somehow... it's hard to explain. To make it more understandable, in One Tree Hill termonology: it was a like when Lucas  wanted to change his last name from Scott, to his mother's maiden name Roe (but never ended up doing it), because he didn't want to associate with Dan Scott. 

Anyway, lets end this blog entry on a less-heavy note haha, its like 3am and I'm off to rewatch some more Laguna Beach, dreaming of the day when I finally live in south Cali. Soon. <3

 

xox