Being Swedish.
What is it like to be Swedish?
Well firstly, whatever you've heard about most Swedish people being blonde is true. In my opinion, it has the largest percent of blondes in the world. Much blonder than Germany.
I have been many places around the world and never seen a blonde-fest like this one.
The hardest part about being Swedish, is no one actually believing that you're Swedish. At least until I open my mouth.
You see, I speak it the best out of my three siblings but I also am the least swedish looking as well. I have brown curly hair, brown skin, and brown eyes.
The twins are fraternal but they both have blue eyes. Aria has dark brown hair like mine except hers is less curly and she has much lighter skin. Ana has dark blonde hair that is just as curly as mine and her skin is the same shade as mine (I would say I have about the same skin shade as Vanessa Williams). My dear little Atticus is the most "Swedish-looking" of all of us. Blonde hair (slightly curly) and blue eyes, he has my dads prominent nose and is tall like him too.
My mom never spoke any Swedish until she met my dad. Now, she can speak it pretty much fluently but she has an absolutely terrible American accent. I mean sometimes she is speaking Swedish and I just have to cringe, language skills are not her forté.
That was a little digression, anyways that was my first "Me The Swede" post and there will be much more to come.
Honestly I wanted to say more but I have hardly any time these days.
Lately I have really been having a lot of trouble sleeping. Maybe it's the fact that the woman I'm staying with isn't very friendly, and her husband is just the opposite. (the children are sweet though)
I worry about the two little girls I watch, they have so much energy and trouble making curiosity. I'm afraid they will hurt themselves somehow, yes it's silly I know.
It's definitely partly because I am feeling regretful about leaving Georgetown.
Part of me feels like i've grown up too fast. Two years ago I was eighteen finishing high school, now I'm twenty.. an au pair of all things, engaged and no longer enrolled in university.
I guess the biggest thing that keeps me up at night is how much I love Tobias. Being away from him right now isn't nearly as bad as when I first had to leave him to come back to the states.
My parents hated him. He was too old for me, in their opinion.
Luckily we were still able to see each other through some trips to Miami he made on the down low. Paid for by his parents, who happen to love me.
Zum Schluss
I toss and turn, I can't keep my eyes close for more than a few hours, I always feel miserable and my heart aches.
My parents were furious when they found out me and Tobias were engaged, they said I was too young to be in love. I used to wonder if maybe they were right.
Today, I have no doubts.. we have no doubts. We've made it these past four difficult years, over coming distance, age (truly a minor problem, we are only four years apart), and my parents (and maybe a few others) who really didn't want us to be together.
As much as I'm so pleased at how much better my Russian has gotten, I can't wait to get the hell out of here. Then I can get married to the man that I love, surrounded by the people that love and support us.
Maybe my parents will let Atticus, Aria, and Anna come to the wedding. Maybe we will have reconciled by then, seems unlikely.
My grandma from Sweden is definitely invited... Who will walk me down the aisle? Atticus can't, he's only twelve.
Blargh, I'll stop before I go off on another path.
On a lighter note I got an industrial piercing . No worries my neighbor did it, as the department of state suggests not getting any piercings in Russia on the possibility of a greater chance of infection here...
