He's flying to Sydney, then off to Thailand for two months before returning home to Sweden. He's been like a brother on this trip, a best friend, maybe even more so than Matt and Drew. We had some great times. From B-boy battling at Soho, to Goon Pong in Cairns. From yelling "BOOOT!" on Mad Mondays, to just kickin it at the hostel repeating "You got to learn to take a 'yoke'".
If he lived in Port Moody, he'd be right up there with Day, and Finlay.
Wednesday night we had his going away. I cried at Mustang for about fifteen minutes. We took a whole bunch of pictures, lotsa hugs, smiles, laughs and a couple 'yugs' of beer.
He's trying to sign up for school in Sweden to become an electrician. It takes 2 years, but says when he graduates he is going to come visit us in Canada.
In the future, any picture I see of him where he is pointing at the camera, I'll defiantly feel a little bit responsible.
He'd been teaching me Swedish the whole time. I'm able to have flawless conversations to the extent of: Hi, How are you? I am good. My name is Steve, What is your name? You are cute. I want to get drunk.
On Wednesday he taught me how to say goodbye.
Hej då.
