My last early morning train walk, last Thursday.
View from the train window, somewhere not too far from Falun. Everytime I passed this place it struck me as so genuinely Swedish. What I also found to be funny was that it wasn’t until the day when I was being released from school, that the water finally broke through the ice. It felt symbolic at the time, though it sounds corny now. 
And finally, here’s now happy I was an hour after getting the result from the jury. In the picture I look more terrified than happy though!
It seems so distant now, as if it had never happened… but as I wrote to my friend Debra:
the feeling when she told me that I had passed was sensational, I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry, I couldn’t believe my ears, I asked her “really?! All of it?!” and then when I had walked out of the room to my friends who were waiting outside I started crying, loud ugly sobs, laughing and crying and shaking, it was two years of pressure that finally came off. I felt relieved, released.
I still don’t think I have fully understood what happened.
What Happened? That you are now a pro!
Yeah, but isn’t that weird?! I’ve never been a pro at anything before. Then again, I don’t think I’ve stuck with anything for this long before either.
auguroni!
saknar du inte Faluns korv?
I can’t live without falukorv !!
Uh Peter, I’m only 98 km from Falun so I still get plenty of falukorv…
(for the rest of you, falukorv is a sausage from Falun)
Ciao Annika,
I have una domanda before you go on your viaggio. I think you said in a previous post that you will be bringing you Chi flat iron. Besides getting a converter/adapter to plug it in, are you sure it will work ok and not overheat/shorten/break, whatever….
I want to bring mine also when I go, but of course mine is from the States.
Quando ritorni?
Di nuovo, tanti auguri!
Is your hair orange now? You should warn me or I might not recognise you!