I thought I could not become a Swedish citizen until I had lived in the country for five consecutive years.
I was wrong. It is three years, since I am married to a Swedish citizen by birth.
So I can now apply for citizenship as of this fall. And get approved by next spring.
(There is a test you can take at the Migration Board website. For a very thorough overview of the test, go to Welcome to Sweden).
I will miss the national elections this fall. And the royal wedding in a month.
It seems quaint now – but not so quaint when I picture myself kneeling before the guy as his subject.
More disturbingly, how do I handle the still-palpable feeling of the Swedish folk and all the blood, ethnic baggage that carries? Will I be less American? How cool is it to get an EU passport? How cool will it be to have the same passports as my two Swedish-American kids?
Lot to think about.