It never really occured to me to become a Swedish citizen until I forgot my permanent residence card at home and they almost didn't let me back into Sweden after Selah's wedding, but the customs official at the Stockholm airport planted a seed when he snottily advised me to just get a Swedish passport already. It's been over a year and I found a gap of time when I wouldn't need my passport and could send it in to immigration and scraped together the outrageous application fee and now I'm a Swedish citizen! I'm still an American citizen as well, of course, but now I can get a Swedish passport that will make traveling and living in the EU easier and now I can vote in national elections. Fun! Plus I have an excuse to buy a cake for a celebratory fika with my colleagues. And isn't finding excuses to eat baked goods just the most Swedish thing of all? I think I'm off to a good start.
Congratulations. Border guards are the worst. Gotta keep 'em happy! Next time I see you you'd better have that Swedish Chef thing down.....Pops
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