Today 10 years ago, I stepped off the ferry from Tallinn, and for the first time, I did not have a return ticket. I was moving to Stockholm to be with my then boyfriend.
So much has happened since then, so much has changed, except one thing. I knew then as I do now that Sweden is my home. This is where I belong, where I am supposed to be, and where I want to be for the rest of my life.
I am home.