A new week, and for a lot of people I guess new challenges. While I feel like the same ones is on repeat, or maybe more like a broken record for those who experienced the wonderful time of vinyl.
But at least it feels like spring slowly is coming to Paris. Really nice in the sun, but cold as hell as soon as it’s gone, and my “memories” on different social media platforms send me reminders of this week 1, 5 and 10 years ago, one with Paris in snow the 19th and 20th of March a few years ago. So we are not safe yet.
Which leads me to me moving to France from Sweden in 2015. When final decision to do it was taken I said to myself to try it for at least 5 years. I have told that story many times already. It was a “If I don’t try I will wonder all my life how it would have been, so take the chance and be ready to fail and know instead of not trying”. I have not failed, and the 5 year limit passed with a margin so it is time to look forward, without panic cause I’m not without home or work. I can think, plan and decide. So far all good, but I need to come up with some kind of plan before my next renewal of my renting contract, at least it is what I want to do, 2024 is the limit so too speak.
If the plan will be to move back to Sweden I have no plan to move back to Stockholm, I look at the possible move to my birthplace, Norrköping, way before Stockholm. There is also a dream to move a few years to some place with a better climate, Malta is the obvious choice if I can find work there.
Work will be the big problem since I’m not a inventor or entrepreneur (and have no wish to be one), no funds to buy something already in business. And Sweden, a country where you looked at as old ad 40, and at no use for employers, it will be tough to find a job even in Sweden.
In any case, time to start to look into different possibilities for the future. Best thing ever? Good, an fantastic offer to retire wherever within the EU, not living in luxury just to cover daily expenses and rent. Thumbs up directly.
Strange post today, but as said… This is not a blog, it’s a diary for my family back home most of all.