What would my life look like?

When I grew up, we moved a lot in Sweden, which forced me to change school and friends several times. And it seemed like every time I finally had settled and felt included, I was forced to move and change again. My dad bought me a black pet bunny, the first time I had to leave my bestie, and this became a recurring gift. While I later in life as a grown up began having bunnies again as pets, it obviously doesn't compare. Especially, when in Sweden most grown up friendships are built with the besties one have in school.

This often made me think and wonder about what my life would have looked like, and how I would have changed, if I had been able to stay. Perhaps, our soul too feels pulled up by the moving, since our bodies aren't in the same safe place any longer. Or perhaps, we just sense a stifling of development and deepened friendships due to the many changes of location. I used to feel a sense of parallel life, like in the movie "Sliding doors" for months.

Who would I be, if I had remained in my birthtown? Who would I have met? Would my life had taken a different path?

Who would I be, if I had remained in my third town and been able to keep dancing classical ballet?

And who would I be, if I had remained in the United States and proceeded to go to college and take Journalism at Columbia University in New York City, after I graduated with honors at Ticonderoga High School as an exchange student? While this was my own choice to not, to relish in my new founded confidence and improved English instead back in Sweden, most of my moving, has never been my choice but the result of others' decisions. As if my needs and dreams never counts. And always having to adapt to new dialects, new norms and new aspirations. No wonder that the American Dream isn't so much about becoming a certain profession like it is in Sweden, but to simply own your own home.