Sweden. The last flight back to our new-old country was stormy and fabulous (I thought but Gruvfrun didn’t share my opinion) and also beautiful until
a) Sadness hit me like a spear in the lungs: ”And so it was over, this adventure has ended.”
b) We waited for our luggage and waited and waited and waited aaaaand waited until we had to give up and realize that no, Gruvfrun’s bag is gone.
We’ve been traveling quite a lot via airplane (I’m sorry nature and wildlife) and this has never happened before. It’s just our luck that it should happen on our very last flight for a very long time, when all last important stuff is brought.
It’s almost – but only almost – funny. Especially since her naive girlfriend, aka me, told her that yeah sure, you can put your hard drive in your check-in luggage. Boy, do I regret it now.
Before all of this was known, when we landed at ARN, it struck me that it all seemed very familiar yet so very far away. I couldn’t grasp the pine trees, the Swedish advertisements on the radio, the good ’ol bread and cheese sold at every snack shelf. It was as if nothing had changed and as if I had never been gone. I’m sure it’s a good thing but I swear that it got to me in a very weird way.
Then the bag struggle began and that was all I could think about. Let’s hope it all works out for the best. I’m sure it will.