It ain't easy being a foreigner in your own country. That's pretty much what I have become after my four-year detour in
Stockholm, Sweden. At my previous job, I was the designated Finn, the person that was dragged into meetings with other Finns.
"Hi, here's Risto," my boss would say.
[pause]
"Say something in Finnish."
"Moi, moi, tervetuloa". (Hi, welcome).
I would spend the rest of the meeting eating
buns and drinking coffee.
Back in Finland, I have become the designated Swede.
And I just found out that we won't get the
baby package that Finland thinks it's so famous for, because Jessica is a Swede, and is employed by a Swedish company. Apparently, the package is a "maternal" package, and a father, how ever Finnish, can't have it. Naturally, we could
buy the package, but ... what's the point? We can buy things we
like instead. I need to e-mail somebody about it. ;)
I can only hope that Hilda will be better at picking and choosing the best of both countries.