I miss you Europe. And I’m still here. And I’ll be here for another four weeks. I have plenty to look forward to when going back to the US, but I miss you already.
I miss learning bits and pieces of new languages. Because there is no better way to make a foreign friend than comparing swear words.
I miss meeting people from different countries. Because here people are actually from that country. For the record, you are not from Sweden if your great-great-grandfather moved to the US from Skåne in the 1800s. You’re just not.
I miss people speaking at least two different languages. Because your four years of B-work French in high school doesn’t count ten years after the fact. It just doesn’t.
I miss being able to jump on a plane and exploring a new country. Because Poland or Greece or Turkey or Italy are right there. And paying next to nothing to do it.
I miss five to six weeks of paid vacation. Because I’m on vacation right now. But it sure as hell isn’t paid.
I miss taking my shoes off when I walk into someone’s house. Because it’s just gross not to.
I miss laughing at the skinny guy in skinny jeans and a skinny t-shirt. Because you look ridiculous. Even if it is fashionable.
I miss boobs on TV. Because they’re just nipples. We all have them.
I miss being able to pick out the American tourist from a mile away. Because you wear tennis shoes everywhere. And are carrying a water bottle. And just a tip, use your inside voice.
I miss naked kids on the beach. Because when you’re three years old (or even 27 years old), there are few things better than running naked into the ocean.
I miss laughing at European stereotypes. Because Germans wearing socks with sandals is just funny.
I miss the history. Because as much as I love American history, there’s nothing like a medieval church.
I miss the museums. Because all those years of colonialism sure made for one hell of a museum collection.
I miss bitching and moaning about you. Because even though I love you, sometimes you need to get over yourself. I know. So does, the US.
I miss working my ass off to understand you. Because I hate the Ugly American. And I hate being the Ugly American even more. So be able to identify more than three countries. Read a newspaper. The international section is a good place to start.
I miss my adventure. Because you were the best adventure I’ve had so far.
I miss running away to hide only to realize I found so much. Because nothing can compare to crossing an ocean. For friendship. For education. For work. For love.
I miss you Europe. And I’m still here.
Welcome to S(candinavia). I think I’ll leave. Probably.
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