Well-being in Sweden

To define the meaning of “expat” or “immigrant” it comes down to a period of time. Is it a pit-stop for a few years, or a permanent transition? It seems like the emphasis on these two adjectives is given more meaning than it should.

It’s like a big green sea that swells now and again there is nothing to do but ride out the waves of nausea inducing fear/paranoia that pools at the base of my stomach.

It won’t last for ever, it isn’t chronic and I don’t need pills (well, maybe some vitamin D) but it’s been good to be honest with myself about it. First step, and all that, eh?

Being an expat spouse, who is raising a family at the same time, is incredibly hard…maybe even thankless. There is support out there it’s just about finding it.

What an adventure!! Whoop whoop…you’re off on the trip of a lifetime, you’re totally psych’d and even the kids seem up for it (if they can talk). You land, you act like a tourist for 3 weeks (roughly the length of a good holiday), everything looks super rosey…and then…