Ok……so who am I?

Thought I’d give you my background at least, I don’t know how long we’ve known eachother….so here goes…..

I was born in Mexico City…..lived there for 7 years….entered school at 4 years of age…..started with what is called “Kindergarden”……pre-school…..I could almost read when I started…..learned the numbers and the colours…..began 1st class when I was 5…..went 1st, 2nd grade in a mexican school……then my parents decided to move to Sweden…..and here I had to start all over with school…..wich in retrospective was just perfect….since I could read and write when I came to Sweden I could fully concentrate on learning the language…..I didn’t speak swedish when we first came here….I remember our first neighbours…..a single mum living with a new fellow….she had a daughter who was about a year older than me…..we played with sign language….she didn’t know any spanish and I didn’t know any swedish….but we managed to play….

I actually don’t remember not knowing any swedish…..I know in my head that I didn’t speak it util we moved here…..but I don’t remember not having the knowledge…..if you understand what I’m trying to explain….anyhow……

So, in august of 1977 I started 1st grade in Sweden and I actually said my first sentence in class….Dad said it was almost perfect….I just hadn’t used the correct term, yet I used a synonyme…..from that day I spoke fluently…..

We lived in Sweden for 4 years….I was 11 when my parents informed me that we were going to move back to Mexico…..I wasn’t happy about it at all, let me tell you…..I was planning on being a teen here in Sweden…..while groing up it was very common that young people moved away from home as early as at 16….they took a job….rented a flat….by themselves or with friends….and lived their own lives…..that was my plan for me too…..but the return to Mexico changed all that….in Mexico it was completely the opposite…..you lived at home until you got married…..that was the only acceptable thing to do if you were a girl….but most boys lived at home too until they got married…..so you can imagine the shock it was for me to have to go back to “the stoneage” LOL

I was so looking forward to start riding the subway on my own into town with my BFF……it never happened….I planned on falling in love with some cute guy and “go steady”……that happened but under “survelliance”….and with chaperons……not at all as I dreamt about me teens to be…..

The move to Mexico resulted in teentantrums most every day….me and my Mum were at eachothers throats every single day…..we never saw eye to eye on anything….my little sister had to act chaperone….(mind you, she’s almost 9 !!!! year younger than me) so I had to bring her along with me everywhere I went…..my Mum believed that would keep me in line….HA!!! If she only knew…..I’m glad she doesn’t though……my poor sister had to go through a lot with me and me too, of course….this didn’t improve our relationship…..I came to see my babysis as a leg-iron……I love my babysis….but we still have a lot to repair….it was never her fault….nor mine…..my Mum just commited an error…..I’m very proud of my babysis….even if we haven’t got along always….I’ve always admired her for being able to always be true to herself…..more than I managed to be anyway…..

I was very rebellious during the “Mexico-years”…..and it was during the first couple of those years my Dad and I grew closer…..we had this amazing philosophycal conversations…..he gave me his definition of believing in God…..and I thought he was the brightest and wisest man in the world……we exchanged thoughts and ideas…..we talked about everything……he was my role model….I looked up to him so…..he was always (and still is) very calm and cool…..he “handled” Mum so well when she and I started fighting…..he was on my side…..always…..and he made Mum see things my way or in a different way so that she and me could come to some understanding…..he was the greatest Dad……

But that ended…..I’m not ready to reveal to you the “why” just yet….but something happened that changed our relationship…..I was very sad…..but I was also very mature….so “I understood”…..even if my heart was broken…..and we drifted apart……

In 1985 we moved back to Sweden…..I was 15…….Mum and me still bickering a lot….but back in Sweden things got better….I became more independent….and Mum couldn’t rule nor control me in the same way she had in Mexico……so we started to get along better…..in highschool I met this guy…..we fell in love…..he didn’t get along with his Mum and during our second highschool year he moved to another town to live with his father……but we stayed together…..all through highscool……after graduation I moved to him…..we lived together for 9 months….then we broke up….I moved back to Stockholm to my parents’ house…..

I’m gonna stop here….cause I’m lacking of inspiration to write any more…..maybe I’ll pick up where I left off….maybe not….we’ll see……

Thank you for your attention and the time you took from your own life to read about mine <3