Epilogue

Feels kind of odd, really, writing this now considering that I’ve been home for more than two months. But I made a decision, I wanted to finish the story – and now I have. 330 chapters of North America travels. I definitely had far too high aspirations, and I don’t know about the quality of my writing half of the time. But atleast I finished.

I guess traveling always leaves a strange feeling. Like I never went away and like I’ve been away far too long at the same time. Things happened that I don’t really know what to do about yet.

I had planned for this blog to contain texts that saw beyond the actual events of my travels, musings about home and belonging and connecting. It didn’t really turn out that way, but maybe it’ll come. You see, I’m not really sure what I actually learned about belonging yet. It’s all still a huge mess in my head. That I moved to a new city only one month after returning to Sweden might not have helped.

So I’m gonna do like this: I’ll keep the title of this blog, Geographies of belonging, and try to come up with more thoughts on the subject here in my exile in Uppsala. I will stop using the chapter system, but maybe come up with some new complicated and pointless way to ‘count’ my entries. I have a weakness for numbers. I know, it’s terrible. And I’ll keep writing in English. Just because it’s fun.

So. Yey!