To read the whole post, check out “No Shoes Indoors” on The Expat Blog at Sweden.se
Finally, you arrive in Sweden.
Maybe you’re meeting someone—maybe an old friend. A friend who could be more than a friend. A lover.
You’re welcomed at the airport, and on the trip towards his or her home, you’re almost shaking. It could be the tiredness, the effects of the long flight, the rough-edged emotions that can’t be quieted at this particular moment.
You recognize these feelings. Excited. Nervous. Overjoyed. You’ve felt them before, but never like this.
Then you arrive, your friend helping you carry your bags up the stairs and over the threshold. You stumble through the door and into the living room, eager to see the pristine white walls and Ikea-dominated apartment you’ve heard so much about.
And then you hear your friend’s voice, but it sounds different—harsher than before.
Where the hell do you think you’re going with your shoes on?
To read the whole post, check out “No Shoes Indoors” on The Expat Blog at Sweden.se
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