I am moving to C...

Nine months in America - nine months away from home. If I miss Sweden? At times I do, at times I don't. I have made myself a life over here, so thinking back at the time before coming here are some kind of a blur. The months before I came here was so hectic because of everything that had to get done, and then on top of that a full time job, friends and family to take care of, gym and so on. But it was also some of the most fun and memorable months I had in a longtime. Then I got on the plane, all relaxed but still full of expectations of what was yet ahead of me.  I think it took me about five or six months to come to an conclusion that this actually was my home now. If I'm not mistaken I believe it was around when my mom came to visit, cause then I got to introduce her to my American family. I remember saying that I finally realized what having the best of both worlds means - having my amazing mom in my fave country, meeting my American family whom I love very dearly. What could be better than that. The summer both came and passed and the autumn blew over me with warm winds and beautiful colored leaves. And all suddenly it was time for me to make up my mind weather I should stay for another 6, 9 or 12 months in the States after my year is done in January, or to just go home when I am supposed to. I'm not gonna lie and say it was an easy decision, because this may  have been one of the most difficult decisions I have ever made. After going back and fourth in my mind, with friends and with my family maybe a gazillion times I decided to stay for another 9 months. I love being here, so going ”home” didn’t tempt me as much as staying here did. But even though I love the area I live in and the family I live with, I decided to extend in a new state with a whole new family. Fun, exciting and freaking nerve-racking are the first words that pops into my head thinking about leaving D.C behind and to start over someplace else. However, I went back into the matching process to look for the perfect family. I soon got to realize that no family is perfect, and finding that family was going to be very difficult. But after a lot back and fourth I found the family I wanted to move to. So here it comes (omg I can not believe I'm actually about to say this.....); Today in 3 months I am moving to a family with two daughters who are 6 and 9 years old, who lives right outside of Los Angeles, California. Holy s*it, there it is. I can still not believe I am moving to Cali, cause that has literally been my dream for as long as I can remember. It is going to be such an experience with a lot of differences from the life I have here outside of Washington D.C, but I am so excited for all of it. The countdown has officially started (I have known about this since August, but I wanted to wait telling you guys lol) and I can't wait jumping on that plane to spend 9 months on the West Coast. 92 days to go...