Homebound

Cailins mum Doreen wrote a comment on Facebook asking what country that feels most like our home now, Sweden or Sri Lanka? It’s a though question. Peter answered “none of them”.  And sometimes it feels a bit like that. That we just don’t belong in any of them. I like to think that maybe it’s common when you have moved to an other country.. So many social codes and cultural structure that you don’t know from the new country and not enough of a home base in your old country.

We arrived to Sri Lanka this morning. And at the moment,  laying in our bed in our room in our own house with our two dogs next to me I feel very much at home. But it’s something with Sweden, my motherland, that always will make me feel like it’s my country. Like I know it in my bones. It’s almost a melancholic feeling, so many memories and connections.

I’ve been thinking of starting a blog for some time. Both to get my thoughts out there for my own sake in some sort of ventilation and also to share this experience I’m going through right now, living in a new country. My grandfather said to me last week when we had dinner, do you keep a journal? Before I always blogged about everything, it was my journal, and I love to go back and read that. Then we travel blogged together and the blog kind of got too big and we got less personal and then it wasn’t the same thing. Now our blog grown in to a company and finally I feel the urge to blog again! My first thought was, oh I’m gonna write in Swedish because I need to keep the Swedish language alive. But know I feel like I need to practice my English. So.. Here I go!

Our Torekov home photographed by Krickelin

Our Sri Lankan home, before the remake.. Also photographed by Krickelin, just when we had moved in.