Anders is home, even if for just a one-night-
I came home to a kitchen table absolutely HEAPED with American goodies! He read my journal while he was in the States and saw the mentions of all the things I forgot to put on the list, and absolutely EVERYTHING was there. I can't believe he didn't dislocate a shoulder lugging all of it home in a suitcase. And even a present that wasn't on the list: a Christmas sweater from my favorite store (who don't have an online business, which, hello, what is up with that?)! A soft and cuddly black with a little embroidered santa figure on the front! I'm thrilled that he thought of it, because I haven't had a Christmas sweater in years. He even found Christmas presents for the kids AND brought back some stuff for my brother. :)
With Thanksgiving coming up this week, yet another one spent far from home, far from my mom and sister and brother, far from the happy, laughing hum of relatives playing bridge and cousin's conversations in every corner and boardgame players sprawled out on the floor, a little taste of home was a defiinite pick-me-up. We are hosting our annual Swedish-American Thanksgiving bash this weekend, and will surround ourselves with good friends and excellent food and that helps, too.
I love that we expats take the time and the energy to import our treasured traditions and make them a part of our lives, even here in Sweden. Easter egg hunts, Halloween costumes, a Thanksgiving feast, stockings hung by the
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Long, Loping Birthday Wishes to dbrus!