I guess 4 months is enough for one to get used to and get some sense of belongings to a place. It happens to me and Sweden. I’m not surprised anymore to go to a local groceries store to collect my mail, nor forgetting myself to keep to the right of the elevator lane.
Travelling around Europe during the end of 2009 even made that sense more apparent to me. The more you travel, the more you realize ‘Stockholm is the best’, ranging from people, scenery to the little convenient things the government has carefully planned and executed for you. It is that same home-sick feeling when I left Vietnam for Singapore, or left Singapore for Sweden. And you realize, you miss the place because you miss the people.
3 months ago, I woke up looked outside the window and said: “wow, it’s snowing!” Now it has become “My god, it’s snowing, again!”
Life is kind of a cycle. You born. Meet people. Get fucked (sorry don’t take it literally). Feels down and something don’t want to live anymore. Then you think through, learn the lesson, and become wiser. That’s how you grow up.
5 months into Stockholm, a handful of ups and downs, unforgettable moments of joys and laughers. People become a bit wiser.