Yet another move. Leaving Stockholm. Again. As excited as I am for the next chapter – upcoming adventures and London life – it is hard to leave a place that I love.
The silver lining of leaving is that the moment of leaving creates a poignant opportunity to reflect on the moments I have had here and savour the things that made this place special. I think this is the good in goodbye.
You know when you move to a new place and the subway map looks like a confusing cacophony of unrecognized names and a tangle of coloured lines? At some point those various places start to mean something personal and those tangled lines start to form your own personal version of the city, leaving you with an emotionally resonant version of the cityscape.
This is kinda what my Stockholm looks like:
It breaks my heart to leave, but I also can’t stop leaving, so I am going to treasure the place that Sweden has in my heart and hope I can come back soon. Part of the good of goodbye is the hope that we will get to say hello again soon.
More good times to count. So many lovely people. The good that makes goodbye so hard. Tack så mycket.