I am in the middle of packing my things for STOCKHOLM. I still am so tingly about my upcoming move that every time I announce it, I SCREAM IT!
“Hey dad…Yeah, I’m just going shopping to get some new boots…”
*I anxiously wait for him to ask why I need new boots but of course, he doesn’t*
“BECAUSE I NEED NEW BOOTS FOR STOCKHOLM BECAUSE IT SNOWS! BECAUSE I’M MOVING TO STOCKHOLM”
To this, he just lowers his reading glasses and gives me a “please-shut-the-fuck-up-Megan” look. Completely understandable.
Seriously, I can’t believe it’s happening so soon. I have nothing ready! I still have to talk to AT&T, my doctors (need my Zoloft and Adderall, obviously), and the rest of my family about my plans. Plans that I’m not even quite sure about yet.
What I do know is that I am so excited to completely immerse myself into the Stockholm fashion scene and give a real report on what it’s like to be an American expat in Sweden.