Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel

When I spent the summer in New York 2008 a lot of things changed for me. I came back to Sweden a different person. For once I found faith in New York, as silly and stupid as it sounds.. I found God. And ever since I did it has been easier to breath, to handle success and to handle pain. What I also found was my place. My home.

I'm truly blessed that I was born in a great country. And I will always treasure Sweden. Sweden is just not my home. It might be where I come from, but its not where I belong. And I might not end up in New York ... and that will be okay. But I have a hard time seeing myself stay in Sweden.

Peace.