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Let me introduce myself.
My name is Lee Persson, I’m a Swedish young woman at the age of 29. I’ve been living on Koh Phangan on and off 3 times.
I started backpacking in 2009 and I ended my trip with a visit at Koh Phangan 2010 when I was doing Yoga.
Of course I fell in love with the beautiful island and the only thing I wanted was to go back.
I returned in January 2013 and in October I decided that it was time for me to become a full time local in the Sri Thanu area.
I went home to Malmö, Sweden and I sold everything I had, took the little thing I had and moved to Koh Phangan for good.
Or so I thought....
Follow me on my journey trough something we call living the life to the fullest.
This will be the 12th chapter of Lee's Thoughts & Adventures!
Good evening Phangangers!
I will continue where I ended the last blog post.
There are many questions around WHY America took a decision of not letting me into the country and I will just write that of course they gave me a reason.
But I will not write everything online. And why is that? Well, let’s put it like this: BIG BROTHER WATCHES EVERYTHING!
It made me open my eyes and I never want to visit USA after this experience. Literally, I can’t because I don’t have a VISA any more. After my 4 day around the world, I was finally back home in Sweden. Just like that, all my plans changed. My body was in shock, I was in shock!
It took me a while to adjust. 10 minutes just before landing it hit me and I just cried. It was a direct flight of 10 hours from San Fran to Copenhagen, Denmark.
Since I live in Malmö, it’s only 20 minutes away with a train to Malmö, Sweden too.
All my savings and last money had to go to the flight tickets first from Mexico and then from San Francisco to Copenhagen. Aiasiana Airlines didn’t have connections via Mexico or Copenhagen so they couldn’t help me.
On top of that, my baggage was still in Mexico and I didn’t have ANYTHING for 3 days.
A challenge for sure. The Universe was testing me big time. (I’m not finished)
The baggage was going to be sent to Copenhagen airport and then get delivered to my house but instead they send it to Malmö Sturup Airport (which actually is far away from Malmö) and the Swedish airports doesn’t have home delivery so I had to ask my brother to drive me there to get it. And of course when I get there, my massage table bag was broken.
On top of that I didn’t get one single coin back when it came to all the tickets I paid, from my travel insurance.
I’ve been having some bad karma for a while. It’s been a hard challenge coming home I’ll have to say, but in general I’m happy and thankful to be back in Malmö.
Some people I’ve met it felt weird when they spoke Swedish to me, Specially those who originally are Latinos.
I’m fighting as much as I can to get back into routines and into the system that I don’t like.
I got a job within 3 weeks of being home. I now work with a disable little boy.
And I got another job for a woman too; I managed to get a massage room when I came home.
The apartment we live in just did not have space enough.
We were living 3 men, me and a baby in my 4 room apartment.
Didn’t really work at all.
Also a very big challenge, that sadly didn’t have the happy ending that we all were hoping for.
Well, I get my apartment back 1th of August anyway.
I moved out 3 days ago until then. Now I live like a real Yogi. In an complete empty apartment close to Caroli in Malmö.
All I have is a mattress, my yoga mat, my 2 Thai mattresses, candles, clothes, kitchen supplies, food, my spiritual stuff, my books, speakers, computer and incense sticks.
All I need.
The view outside on the rooftop is amazing. I live in the penthouse.
And having this space to myself makes me really happy to be honest. Live with less things and be happier, right? Maybe I spent too much time in the jungle? A real hippie after all?
I enjoy my own company so much more now than I ever did. I’m happy because I have what I need. I can do yoga on the rooftop and have morning meditations with a view over Malmö.
I appreciate Malmö in the summer.
In all this chaos of survival without money in a very very expensive country, I met so many amazing people since I came back home.
Those open minded, good hearted souls. Travellers, thinkers, dreamers, action takers, loving, adventurous, sexy, artistic and smart people.
So, not everything have been bad.
I had fun since I came back home and I had a few happy surprises too.
But damn, I miss Koh Phangan and Isla Mujeres. My islands. So different, but so a-like.
I also had the time to go to Norway with my 2 new friends. Like it couldn’t get more expensive? We were camping at one of the small islands outside of Oslo. Absolutely beautiful.
I was with my friend that I met when walking by at the Baoba festival in my home town Malmö.
This was the day after I came home from my travelling. He reminded me of Papi, but very different. Dreads, surfer style, charming (of course) and Latino.
It ends up that he lived on the same island in Mexico and we even have mutual friends. We lived the same life style. And we both call it our home. What are the odds on that one?
And we meet a block away from where I live. Of course we are friends today! You meet everyone because of a reason.
Sweden is fantastic at the moment. It’s summer, it’s blooming, warm and people are automatically happier.
To be continued….
Stay tuned for more…. Chapter 13 and the adventure continues ...
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