I wish I had been posting stories about Sweden all along, but by the time I finish typing my mom's e-mail, I'm about all typed out. For one thing, we're not home much so Erica and I have to take turns on the computer doing all the important stuff (you know, Facebook). And second, the Swedish keyboard is extremely difficult. The letters aren't in the same places, there are extra letters, the #)("& are all in WAY different places, and you have to space twice after each word (that's the part that throws me off the most).
I think when I get home I'll copy and paste some of my stories from the e-mails I've sent my mom so I can blogument my travels. As for now, I'm anxiously awaiting some Swedish pancakes made by my sweet Swedish brother. It's one of my last meals here in Scandinavia.
Going home will be bittersweet. I have a passion for travel, and I want every country on my passport, but I am deeply rooted in home. There is no better feeling than walking into your own house and being overwhelmed by the mere smell of it when you've been gone. I know I've only been gone a week, but being in a foreign country for 7 days is oddly more intense than being at the beach for a week (hello, I can't text message here!).
Anyway, I start my travels home tomorrow. Can't wait to overwhelm everyone with my budding knowledge of the Swedish language. You're going to be impressed. And probably mildly annoyed.
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