The autumn sun was slowly setting on the most beautiful of landscapes, displaying the most brilliant nuances of reds and yellows and all of a sudden I remember what it is that I love about Sweden so much. There is this calmness about the landscape and the people, which I so often forget to appreciate.
After nearly 5 years as a Swede living abroad I can honesty say that Sweden is one of the best places on earth to live and if I could get an equally good job as well as transfer my husband's business I would consider living there again in the future.
It might be a country which is cold and dark for a big chunk of the year, and people might appear to be a bit more rude than in other places, but when you get past that you see how well people are looked after, citizens or non citizens you forget the cold and darkness. The welfare system which puts children in the centre and their consideration for the environment is impressive and I wish the UK could take some of that aboard.
However with all of that said, taking into consideration the enormous love and appreciation that I have for this former home of mine, there is something about moving back to Sweden that makes me scream inside. It's that little voice screaming for something different, somewhere where I can stretch my wings. And returning back to the UK I feel myself doing just that.
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