Where's my snowangel?

Okey, I know... I might not have been the most frequent visitor to my own page, and I have definitly not been writing alot... I have no excuses, except the simple fact that I have not been feeling like it. Strangely. Some periods in my life I have to write and write. Almost to that exstend that if I don't write, I feel like I would die. This has obviously not been one of these periods.

But... Anyway... Life em Portugal is good. Anette has went home and it feels a little bit empty I must say. But I'm surviving and it's hard for me to believe that I have already been here for over four weeks. Time really do fly. How did we deal with being here only ten days before. Maybe that was to be considered as a honeymoon? But I like the idea of a honeymoon, so I think I will keep that feeling present for a while longer.

Sometimes it hits me; will I actually live here? Can I? I will miss everybody crazy, but for some strange reason this different counrty with its warm but sometimes wicked people feels like home. Like no other place except Sweden ever has. Is this the big turn in my life? How will my future life look like? I can't even imagine.

I hear it's a lot of snow at home. Here it's fall. Cold. Humid. But still beautiful. But I miss the snow. I never thought I would say that, being a whining brat in the winters, but God, I do miss it. So first thing, december 19 th, on the agenda, snowangel. Check!

Beijos!