IT TAKES GUTS TO GET OUT OF THE RUTS

I forgot to make note of my moved-to-Sweden anniversary until I was reminded by blue_eyed_girl‘s post today. I moved here on January 11th, 1997. Anders has already arrived a week earlier and the day before I got here, his sister had a baby boy, who celebrated his fourteenth birthday last week. Crazy how time flies. With the 14 years in Sweden and the 6 years I lived overseas as a child, I’ve now spent 20 years of my life overseas. I figured out in the car on the way back from the birthday dinner for Henrik that in another six...