free rommy New York → Kansas City → San Francisco → Stockholm → Berlin

My fellow Swedes, our long national nightmare is over.

Springtime is here.

I hesitated writing this post for a while because, believe it or not, it snowed a couple days last week here in Sweden. Though the winter may have ended for my New York and San Francisco friends weeks ago, we still got a nice dose of ridiculousness.

But for now I can say, with a fair amount of confidence, that the toughest winter seen in years in this part of the world (and much of the Northern Hemisphere for that matter) is finished and making way for what promises to be a summer of overabundant joy and underabundant clothing.

That said, I'm not sure the winter was that bad. In retrospect, it was long and tough. But it was a cold, snowy winter which, on this ever warming globe is a welcomed surprise, even here in Europe's Great North.

This makes it even tougher to leave Sweden. If I'd decided to leave at some point during the 30 days of consecutive snow we saw in the January/February timeframe, I would've flown from the land of tall, blond people flipping them the bird the entire way. But the beautiful people out and about, energetic and smiling at the sunshine is the ultimate salt in the wound. Damn you Sweden.

Alas here we sit, basking in the glory of the sunshine that is springtime. Cherish it Sweden, because before we know it winter will be back with a vengeance.