Right now I am sitting right over Canada on 33 000 feet above the ocean. I am flying back to Sweden to celebrate Christmas and New Years with my friends and family. It feels rather strange sitting at this altitude and blogging. I chatted with a Swedish friend today on MSN about just this strange fact and she said wow. I totally agree. Nevertheless before I will go to sleep (at least think of it) and try to shift the day rhythm someway back to Swedish standard time, I would like to write some few words on my feelings right this moment. I follow the tradition of many great bloggers, such as Mark Ahtisaari (even though he does not blog that often). His “Blogging over Las Vegas†is a great piece even though I like his reflections on slow art even better.
The United States of America is the best and worse country. They have it al – their problems, the diverse population people, but also the possibilities. Just as you think you understand it it will bite you in the ass. I just love it. I have talked to the CEO:s of world leading IT companies, seen the eyes of the homeless outside restlessly walking up and down University Avenue and seen the eyes of the black mother asking me for directions to the Child Emergency Recovery with his shot teenager son in the front seat. It surely is a strange country. It is a great country, and a bad country. Nevertheless I cannot stop loving it.
This blog should not turn into a political debate on the situation in the States or the nature of the States. However I could not stop myself as I think about the time in the States so far. Right now my thoughts are wondering on to the ten days I will spend in Sweden, but also to the spring and the events during the spring. Will I be jetlagged over my wildest imagination? How can it be that Christmas is already here? Most of all I however just feel a great exaltation about meeting everyone at home.
The suitcase is filled with presents, the head is filled with impressions, thoughts and experiences. I miss my mom and dad, I miss my siblings, I miss the family dog and my friends. It feels strange, but I will love coming home. Some days I have missed them like crazy. Today was really the first time I tried to connect to the feeling of going/coming home. The time here in the States have spun that fast that I have not had the chance to reflect on time. I guess the climate helped as it is 17 degrees Celsius in Palo Alto, California. Monday night I talked to my brothers wife and like I said then every day has been an adventure. I am living in a dream. I am like Alice in Wonderland and do not regret “taking the blue pillâ€.
I just cannot wait until I get home and can sit back in the family sofa. See the family… the feeling creates butterflies in my stomache.
