I moved almost 10 hours away from home when I was 15 years old. I never regret starting at the cycling school in Skara, in fact I´m pretty sure that I would never have become a professional cyclist without that move.
Living on your own at such young age is not easy and to “let go” like my parents did must have been even harder. I had to grow up fast and learn how to take responsibility. Something I´m very grateful for. I learned that when you do something, you do it 100%. Something that for sure had a big part in my career.
Now, being so close to becoming a parent myself I´m terrified. Terrified with excitment.
I want to succeed so much as a mum that it scares me.
How do I do it?! And what if the littleone wants to move away from home and go to a sport school when he/she is 15 years old like I did?!
To have my parents here during this week has been great. We have had some nice time just hanging out, not stressing from one thing to another. That they helped me to sort some last things out (like painting the roof in our bathroom) before the little one is here was very helpful.
When I sat them of at the train station yesterday morning it got to me that the next time I see them I´m a mum. And my mum and dad will be grandma and grandpa! That they still live 10 hours away is something I´m used to but I must admit that I really do wish they were closer!
Thanks mum and dad for making me who I am and for always being there for me. Soon it´s my time 🙂