Living in By

Deciding to move to Sweden from the states was definitely a big decision, but not one that I was to intimidated by. I looked at it more as an adventure.

Learning a new language (something I have yet to conquer) has always been something that intrigued me. As well as traveling, experiencing new things, meeting different types of people and well, just understanding and realizing that there are many ways of living.

Making this move has not only given me those things but also helped me to really live them out and understand even more of the their true meaning.

Being blessed to travel around the U.S, during a peak time of blossoming in my life, my early twenties, gave me a unique perspective on life and what it has to offer. I realized from a point early on, that I don't have to fill a certain mold, to live a certain way, to be considered successful by others. As long as I was happy and doing things that made me happy I considered myself successful, and that was what really mattered.

I seemed to thrive in situations that were different. I love putting myself in places that I don't really understand or recognize. It always reminds me of how small I really am in the grand scheme of things.

Since moving to Sweden I have somewhat become accustomed to the swede way of living.

Fully taking advantage of every ray of sunshine between the months of May and August, because that's about what ya get, LOTS of coffee, fresh baked bread and sweet rolls, taking the time to talk to your neighbors while enjoying lots of strong coffee and fresh baked bread and sweet rolls, and LOTS of coffee.

Keep in mind that By (pronounced- BEE) is a small place.

Enjoying your neighbors company is just as important as a good cup of coffee. ;-)

The summer months here are coveted by everyone. Enjoying the singing birds, the colorful trees and flowers in bloom, and storing up as much Vitamin D as possible before the winter creeps it's way back in, is all necessity.

Garden centers here make a killing as soon as it's warm enough outside to sit for more than a few minutes. Everyone is anxious to get there hands in the dirt and get done what was put off last fall and winter.

I sit here on the porch, looking out at the swedish flag we hung the first week we moved in, it's flapping in the wind, the sun is reflecting off of it's yellow and deepening the blue.

A volvo just drove by.

Yup, I'm definitely in Sweden.