The dream is real
I’ve been home for a couple of days now. It’s been taking a little while to get used to the idea of actually being here. There has been a bit of an Inception feeling over the whole homecoming thing, haha! I didn’t know if I was dreaming or not. I thought that I would wake up in any second and realize that I was lying beside me roomie in Oxford again. It was kind of the feeling I had when I first moved to Oxford. I thought I would wake up from a dream and realize that I was still in Sweden.
Anyway, when I went to meet my besties My & Emelie I really had to restrain myself from speaking English. When I went to buy a day ticket to the City I accidently started speaking English! It was so awkward. A war inside my head mushroomed: should I keep speaking English to this guy or should I just switch to Swedish? Maybe he doesn’t know that my Swedish is of absolute perfection and believes I’m foreign? And then I did the most awkward thing I could possibly do; I switched to Swedish and pretended like nothing, haha!
För lite hahah.