Coming Full Circle in Stockholm
As I stepped off the plane in the Arlanda Airport, a flood of memories nearly bowled me over. I was back where it all began.
As I stepped off the plane in the Arlanda Airport, a flood of memories nearly bowled me over. I was back where it all began.
“Sure! No problem. I’m on it,” was all I could manage, hoping I didn’t look as shocked and out of sorts as I felt. We hashed out a few details, then I was left to figure it out.