Life is a labyrinth. You stumble around it blindly without knowing where the exit is, randomly picking which way to go and hitting dead-ends more often than not. But when you hit that dead-end, you have two choices: either you bang your head against the wall until you make a hole in it, or you turn back and choose a different way.
Gothenburg is a great city in more ways than one, and I've had lots of fun during the 8+ years we have lived here. I've met some truly wonderful people, seen some beautiful places and grown as a person. However, the last couple of years J and I have been hitting our heads against a wall. Yet we haven't even managed to make a dent in the wall, let alone a hole, and we started to get a headache. Our lives were standing still. What we did manage to do was to dig a hole in the ground, what with all the walking in place, and this particular hole was getting so deep that it'd bury us whole if we didn't do something about it.
|During a run in Skellefteå last summer|
So after many buts and what-ifs, despite the losses and sadness it would entail, we did do something about it. J applied for a job in Skellefteå, his home town in northern Sweden, and he got it. We will be moving there some time this autumn. It will mean an enormous readjustment for me, but I believe that the pay-off will be worth it. I am looking forward to the adventure of it, the new experiences, the people I meet and the beautiful places I see.
And, like a true runner, the first thing I considered before making a decision was the places-to-run potential. Turns out there's plenty of it.