my way.

i’m thinking of sinatra’s song every now and then. about the short way i’ve come and the long one i still have to walk. i miss people here, people and places but i know that feeling from sweden already so i know it’s going to come and go, come and go. i remember time being in sweden where i felt so far out of the world, away from my friends. it’s good i started hockey again here, some nice people around and some friendships to start.

i believe.