Reminds me of my home country Sweden and having just come back from another visit that faint longing is more prevalent.
The early morning quietness makes for reflection.
Living in a country were nationalism is very strong, I often wonder why I don’t have this strong connection to and pride in the country I was born in and grew up in. So my thoughts are maybe more about values.
My longing is more for some of the opposites of the New York I seem to live in. Like work is not your whole life, spending time with friends and family is important, being sick or taking care of your children is part of life, not something that might get you fired.
I often describe one difference as in a country where social democracy leads it’s about us and everyone and here it’s about I and me. Don’t mean that everyone is important in a utopian way, just that there is a major difference in how we interact with each other.
In this past election, I was also struck by how the complacency , is accepted. Even though I’m aware of that so many people in this country don’t vote and aren’t really involved in politics, it came closer when seeing what was at stake.
How could you not care? How could you not try to do something?
Maybe it comes back to theI and me, that I care about what’s closest and think that whatever happens outside my small world won’t affect me.
Or maybe all the struggling to survive leaves you too tired and without any extra energy to spare.
And still I live here…….
There is a sense of possibility, opportunity, openness and joyfulness here that I don’t seem to experience In Sweden.
Maybe I’m fooling myself but for now this is where I choose to live.