The Beginning...

Good afternoon!

     It's a beautiful Sunday day here in Bangkok, Thailand and the weather is kind of hotter than usual... The sun is shining brightly up in the sky with some clouds. Last night was a pretty long night for me. I was thinking and picturing the memories of my life in Sweden and trying re-experience them until like 12:00 AM. After I wrote the last blog I got very emotional. I started thinking and missing Sweden very very much.. But it felt really good cuz I haven't been feeling like that in a pretty long time. And I'm very happy that those memories are still there. Maybe not every memory but I feel that most of them are still here! :)

So.. Let's continue from the last blog...


So, I just found out from my parents that we were going to move to Thailand. I still remember the feeling. It was one of the worst feelings I've ever felt. It felt like my heart got ripped out of my chest. I asked my dad if he was serious and he was. He said we had about 4 months and then we were leaving. !..ONLY 4 MONTH..! At that moment I thought, how on earth are we going to pack and say goodbye in 4 months?!!
But... there was nothing I could have done about it, except packing my things and run away or make a plan so that we would miss our flight. But I wouldn't do that!! :P
So before I started to pack anything I went right to my best friends and told them about the news. It was one of the hardest things to do. I didn't know how to tell them. It was like saying "We're never gonna see each other in years" and I didn't want it to sound like that. I didn't want it to sound sad or horrible or scary or anything. I don't really remember the exact words I said but all I know that it was one of the hardest moments of my life... And I bet all of you people know what it's like to say goodbye. But it wasn't just goodbye..
The worst part of just telling my best friends that I was moving was that we knew that at some point we'd really had to say goodbye for real. We had only 4 months to collect as many memories as possible. It was hard knowing that it may be the last time in a very long time you did something with your friends. As the days passed by very fast, it got harder for me knowing that I was gonna move and that time just got closer and closer. I tried to remember everything I did and every feeling I felt during the 4 last month. So the time went by so fast.. I really wish I could rewind and look back at everything. Or at least pause at some moments and just enjoy it as much as I could.
And so that day came. That day when you look at your room and you just see an empty place with nothing more than some dust... The final day..

And that's the end of the story... No, just kidding.. This was just a little bit about my last moments in my home. A little town in the middle of Sweden next to the big lake Vänern. And that town was called Mariestad "Vänerns Pärla" ( The pearl of Vänern) <3

In the next blog, I'm gonna tell you about my few last days in Sweden. Stay tuned!

xoxo itsfaarida