I have been trying to write this post for weeks now but it was harder than I thought. I just got home from living in New York for more than ten weeks and those weeks have been truly amazing. Before I went I could've never imagined them to be so amazing that they were. I met so many fantastic people that came to be my closest friends. I was in such a bad place before I went to New York and these people really changed everything. After these weeks at the school and after being around all these people I could finally be able to do so many things I couldn't do before. Things I could never dream of doing. So thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. You guys know who you are. Thank you for always making me laugh, dance and smile every single day. 

 

Sooooo, let's sum up these ten weeks in New York. What really happened? Well...

 

* There has been A LOT of dancing in the streets

* There has been A LOT of weird acting out in public (thank you for this Carla)

* There has been countless visits to smashburger (they now recognize us)

* There has been a lot of awesome pre-games in the dorms (oh how I miss them)

* There has been some arguments with the security guards at the dorms about what we had in our backpacks

* Me and Carla bought a pink football and named it Ragnarök (I hope he is alright in his new home)

* I have about ten monologues and about twenty scenes memorized

* There were really uncomfy beds at the doorms but I kind of miss them (really I just miss living with my roomie)

* There has been a lot of reharsals in my room gone wrong (me and Vanessa usually ended up crying of laughter) 

* I was thrown out of a bar because the bartender thought my Swedish ID was a fake one (???)

* I basically paid seventeen dollars to take a nap at the cinema (totally worth it though)

* We had to share our apartment with a big rat for almost two weeks (it liked nachos)

* I realised that I'm kind of weird to share rooms and beds with (so sorry for the people that had to experience it)

* There has been way too many late nights (just kidding, there is no such thing)

* Countless meetings outside the building on the stairs to have girl talk

* Cab rides gone wild (I'm not even going to get into this one)

 

I could go on forever but I'll stop here. To say goodbye was the hardest thing I have ever done. Since saying goodbye to high school wasn't hard at all I was not prepared for this goodbye. It's hard to leave a place where I feel safe and at home. To leave people that mean so much to me. To leave a school I loved going to. 

 

 

SOOOOO.......

 

 

I kind of did this thing. 
Where I applied for the one year program. 
And got in.

 

Oooops?

 

I am leaving Sweden once again to be gone for a year. To live in New York. And I couldn't be happier about it. 

So New York get ready, the person with the very weird surname that no one can pronounce will return this fall. WIHOOO.