Jul i Borås, Paketet från min Mamma, och Ambassaden

Merry Christmas/god jul.

Last weekend I visited my pal Theda‘s town to learn about Swedish christmas traditions. In reality, it was my pals and I from our district hanging out (shoutout to Mya, happy 17th birthday!)

It was so refreshing to get out of Varberg and see other exchange students. Ever since Gracie went home to America, Varberg has felt a little empty. Some other things have been on my mind too. Been trying to focusing on my goals and probably drinking too much tea to distract myself. What can I say? I love tea man.

Shoutout to the homie Matt-he drank that hot cocoa and I ate that cake at Espresso House

Day after I got back from Borås was my appointment at the Swedish embassy. I’m legal. Even made it back for classes that day. In English we watched the film Midnights In Paris. The protagonist is Owen Wilson so of course it was good.

Everytime my mom and I meet and part, we always give each other a hug, a kiss or two, and say “I love you”. We often have this little disagreement of who loves each other more. Kind of like that scene with Mother Gothel and Rapunzel in Tangled, except my mom is actually the real deal. I remember this one time my mom and I actually got into an argument on who loves each other the most. We ended up laughing about it because it was clear neither of us was going to win that one. When I saw what the necklace from the package said I cried right there. I love you most Mom