When I left Sweden for the first time to go to the US as a High School foreign exchange student I was very excited, I couldn’t wait to get there. There was no fear, only excitement and eagerness to explore. I wanted to experience and learn. I was going to live with a family I never met before, go to a school I never visited, live in a new culture…but I was sure it would work out.
When I returned to the US a few years later to attend college I was just as eager to get on the plane. Without fear I was ready to start my life, I was ready to live the American Dream. There was no hesitation, I was ready to move to a new country and start my adult life.
Somewhere along the line of chasing the stereotypical dream I lost myself…I became to comfortable, afraid to take risks and compromised my own dreams for someone else’s dream.
When I was younger I always thought that when you are in your mid thirties you would have everything figured out and be “grown up”.
Now I feel I will never grow up.
That’s fine with me.
I am boarding a flight to leave for a place I call home in a few hours. I have to admit that I have nervousness in me, but I’m also fueled with a tremendous amount of excitement, as well as the long lost eagerness to explore. I want to experience and learn.
I’m ready to start something new.
Ready to start making my own dreams come true.