Astrid Taylor's dream was to one day play for Arsenal, but that was a long way away. First she had to start her footballing journey which would hopefully lead to that moment. A forward and striker with a strong kick, she might get there fast, but cr...
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So after spending the past three weeks and Christmas with their families, it was time for the Sweden Squad to jet off to Fiji for new years, basking in the sun before heading back to the Sweden cold.
They had all departed from their closest airports, figuring it was easier and cheaper than all congregating to one airport then taking another flight from there, so they were all arriving in Fiji at separate times.
In Astrid fashion, the youngest member was the last to touchdown and make her way to the hotel, getting slightly lost in the airport after landing, trying to make her way to the taxi departures. It also didn't help that her bag was the last to come out from the plane, waiting almost an hour for it to appear. It was honestly a miracle nothing else went wrong.
"Maybe we should have taken a flight together, it might have been an easier experience on my end." Astrid spoke as she appeared behind the other three girls who were waiting in the hotel lobby for her.
"Took your sweet old time then." Kyra laughed while getting up as Charli raced to hug Astrid, who then flipped the brunette off behind Charli's back with a smile.
"You know what Kyra-." Astrid let go of Charli and began walking closer to Kyra.
"No!" Courtney pointed between the two girls, stopping them in their tracks. "You two will not fight while we're here, I'm not dealing with it, this is our relaxation time." She looked sternly between the misfits who nodded at her, holding in their laughs that threatened to escape.
"No fighting." Kyra put her hand out to shake, Astrid stepping forward to connect her hand to hers.
"No fighting." Astrid repeated before pulling Kyra into a hug as well.
"Alright, let's get you unloaded and off to the beach we go!" Charli had grabbed hold of the bags Astrid dropped during her arrival and signalled to the lifts, everyone else following behind as they headed to their shared room.
The rest of their arrival day was spent on the beach, soaking in more sun and swimming in the beautiful water, enjoying their time together. And after a nice dinner, followed by a bit of partying, the four players eventually made it to bed and slept well into the next day.
The group had decided not to plan anything for the 5 days they were there, wanting to just unwind and decide on the day if they wanted to do anything. But Astrid just wanted to swim like she had the whole time she was home.
Growing up right on the water instilled this love and connection in her, wanting to spend as much time as she could before heading back to Sweden where the chance to swim was nonexistent unless it was in the form of an ice bath.
This was something Astrid had been pondering for a little bit, whether Sweden really was the place for her. There was much to love; she was thriving at Hammarby, she was with her best friends everyday, she was experiencing life in a new place. But like she had felt when talking with Steph a few months ago, there was something missing but she couldn't place it.
