How lovely it was

I learned a couple of things this past week,

like how England never feels further away than when you're in Sweden.

And how wonderful it is to sit around a dining table having a conversation with your grandmother, after not knowing if you'd ever see her again.

And how amazing my parents are for always, always, always being there. And how grateful I am that they accepted my tattoo, no questions asked.

Every time I go home, the feeling of wanting to leave shrinks a bit more.