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My sister was in NYC for two months.

I joined my sister on the flight to Sweden and surprised my mom who turned 50.

I got approved for Permanent Residency in United States of America.

I turned 30 in Dominican Republic.

My husband and I went to Sweden….

…and said goodbye to someone I love ♥

My parents came to New York for a week.

Then, we all went to Chicago and my parents finally met my husbands family for the first time 🙂

My hubby took me to Disney World!!!!

My husband quit his job and got some time off before starting his new one…

…so we booked a last minute trip to St Lucia.

And we spent Christmas in Chicago.

New York City and I are celebrating our 6 year anniversary today. I can not believe it’s been six years since I first came to NYC! 6 years!

In a way it feels like I have been married to Jim for like ten years already, so 6 years of living here shouldn’t feel that strange, but it really does. Hannah and I landed on Newark on December 28th, 2010. My plan was to stay here for six months and then I would explore Europe. When I came back to Sweden I actually did plan on moving to Vienna, but when I was about to book my flight I somehow ended up buying a ticket to New York instead and soon I was here again. My guts told me that I wasn’t finished here, and well, I guess it was right.

I came to New York because I was curious of how dance and art was in America and in this big city where all the the Broadway shows are, where all the big dance companies perform and where all the great dancers live. I was hoping to be wrong about the idea I had of American dance. I was hoping to find out that it wasn’t what they show on So You Think You Can Dance. Unfortunately I got disappointed almost directly. But I still loved all the classes I took, because I was only gonna be here for 6 months and to dance is always fun and that was all I did here. I quickly forgot my original idea of why I came here. NYC is part of Modern Dance history which excited me. Have I seen Martha Graham Company perform? Nope. And I haven’t seen a Cunningham piece either. My curiosity of all this got lost along the way for some reason. I recently found that curiosity again so hopefully I can go see a performance 🙂

For the past few years I have kinda just been thinking that I don’t have to rush anything, because I’m gonna live in New York for at least five more years or so. Ha!! Things changed and now I’m running out of time.
This is my last anniversary in this city. 

Never seen a yoga room at an airport before (seen in Chicago)

We came back to New York City late last night. When I finally was in bed, I listened to all the noise outside. There was some loud constant kinda squeaking sound far away mixed with loud chirping birds. Sounded like I was in a big industrial area and in the middle of the forest at the same time. Very strange and very different from hanging out in the suburbs of Chicago for a week. 

This morning after my husband went to work, I was reading stuff on my tablet for a while and when I decided that it was time to get up Thor came and snuggled really close to me. So we stayed in bed a little longer just hugging each other. Those are the most important moments of my day. I just wish my husband had been there too. Thor is pretty tired today after being drugged yesterday before our flight, and I’m pretty tired too, so I have absolutely no plans for the day. Right now I’m just looking for inspiration on pinterest. That website is addictive!

Thirty people has just arrived at Jims mom’s house for Christmas Eve celebration. For 30 years, I’ve watched Kalle Ankas Jul (which is a Disney thing that’s been on swedish tv for 58 years = Donald Ducks Christmas) at 3pm on Christmas Eve. I just can’t miss it, so right now I’m hanging out in our room while everybody else is downstairs catching up. Maybe rude, but I have never missed it. Swedish television doesn’t send it for me in a different country so I have to search for every little show (it’s like 10-12 different small shows) on YouTube. It’s a tradition I love and being so far away from my family in Sweden it’s kinda nice to at least feel like a Swedish person on this day, even if it’s just for an hour.

Right now it smells extremely terrible here. Apparently they burnt the food downstairs and the whole house is smoky. I’m afraid of fires so I of course got very worried, but its nothing serious, I can just keep watching my Disney 🙂

I somehow remembered my old blog name and the address to it, the one I had until I started this one (which at first was located at a blog site before I bought my own domain). My very first blog post was on Christmas Eve 2006. Can’t believe it’s been 10 years of online writing already! Or, actually, I wrote online before that. Back then, a Swedish site that was just like Facebook (before FB existed) had something called “Diary” where I wrote from time to time. But my first own page was a blogspot blog. 

Ten years of blogging. I started it as a fun thing to do and an escape from all dance and work. Having a blog was also a simple way to share my everyday life with friends and family when living in a different city or living abroad. 

Some of the things and the blog-“language” I had then was actually pretty funny. After reading this I feel like I want to hang out with this 20 year old Fanny:) I wrote about everything. Good and bad. I can really feel and remember everything from back then. The struggles of being a student at Balettakademien five days a week and work every day after school and extremely long shifts on weekends and still not being able to pay for food. I wrote about how much I love dance and about the preparations for all the auditions. I was happy to have new friends and sad to be single after four years of having a boyfriend. My body was tired but my brain was creative. This was a really tough, but fun, time for me. I learned a lot!! And I wonder how I found time to write blog posts, haha. 

But, I think the big blog celebration will be when it’s been 10 years since my first post on this blog. June 3, 2017 is the date to remember.