Anxiety

I've got the uneasiness that comes with a big transition. While I cannot wait to be home, I don't really want to leave. OK, yes, I want to leave, but it is about home not about ending my time here...does this make sense? I guess it is a good thing. I love it here. I love my time here. It was not all smooth ice and beautiful snow, but it was a rich learning experience.


I just got off the phone. First with Patrick, a colleague here at GU...he called to wish me the best. I don't work with Patrick, he didn't really need to reach out the way he has, thus his friendliness (and that of his wife, Caroline) was so appreciated.

This photo is from the day I 'helped' Patrick put his boat in the water for the season, we took a ferry out to the islands and then rode the boat back into Göteborg.

..and then I spoke with Alex. I have not had a strong connection to Alex and Jacob during this time in Sweden, it may be me, it may be their age and interests (i.e. they have better things to do than hang out with an old guy), however, I feel a real affection for Maggan's boys. Alex called me the other night and I finally returned the call--felt good to say good bye. He is a fine young man with a warm heart.


Back to packing and cleaning, I have a mess on my hands...