So here we are. Sweden in the end of July, it’s warm in a comfortable way (it rarely gets hotter here up north) and beautiful, the days still long. It is the time of the year everyone takes a deep breath and wonder if this isn’t an excellent place to live, after all. The memories of winter are already long gone.
“You are leaving soon? When? How does it feel?” Everyone asked recently. As always before a long trip I drag my legs slowly, wishing for more time before departure.
Yes I will go to Taiwan. I will leave in September and stay until next summer. And I am seriously nervous about it.