Step-by-step in Sweden

I’m finally done with the basics.  That is to say, I have finally completed the Swedish language.  All those SFI courses, grund courses, and Svenska B lectures are over with.  May those days never come back again, Amen!  I honestly think Svenska B was a waste of time, but hey, it’s required for most qualificaitons.  

The next step is educating myself through Swedish.  I still need all the patience in the world.  I always thought of myself as the patient type.  Whatever happened to that Tani?   I think I had left it in America.  No worries.  My husband and I had recently taken a nice month-long vacation back home in the warm peach state.  I got the chance to find that hidden sack of patience in my old room in Atlanta and took it with me to Sweden.  So what’s my purpose of being so patient?

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1.  I need a job.
2.  I need a degree that is appropriate for this country.  In other words, I need to get educated in SWEDISH.  Make my karriär you know?  Not career, silly.   
3. I still need a svenskt körkort.  An American driver’s license stays only in America, whether I like it or not.
4.   I need a permanent residence permit.  Because as of now, I am NOT getting any kind of financial aid.

My dad tells me knowledge is power, and that is so true.  He also says to “always follow your dreams” and I am lucky to have parents who would say that.  But if I really want to follow these sayings, there is one thing I need to start doing, despite all the pressure.  And that’s being patient.  

Just wait and watch world! 

Art of the Day: His Ghost

I missed drawing on paper so much that I just took a long break from the ipad. I guess digital art isn't my thing.  I love sketching... I scribble on and on and never erase.

Isn't it scary to even think about it? How we're all going to lose our loved ones.  It's the harsh reality.

The worst feeling ever.  Losing the one you love.  They went through hard times and joy together.  There was a time when they would playfully ask each other "What would I have done without you?" They had 4 beautiful kids, raised them, got to see their weddings.  Some had kids, some just married. Their house became empty once again.  They moved into that house when they were in their mid-20s.  So young and energetic.  So many memories embedded in every single part of their home.  Now they were weak and aging.  All they needed was each other.  They mystically ask each other sometimes, "What am I going to do without you?"  One day it hit the woman.  She realized she was the only one asking herself that.  It stung her inside badly.  All she heard was her echo in that empty house.  "God knows how much I miss you...."