Someone asked me the other day how living in Sweden compared to living in London. Well, it doesn’t. Hence the title. I guess my life here brought out a part of my personality that I thought might exist, but wasn’t entirely sure about. Tending to fruit trees and preserving pears has not really been on […]
When nocturnal temperatures drop into single digits before the middle of September, you might be understood to ask yourself ‘What the hell am I doing here?!’ London weather is by no means comparable to the Caribbean, but compared to what we get up here, it looks pretty balmy.
‘I’m back!’ she said. Only to revert to radio silence.
You know what they say about things being over. Looks like I can’t keep away from my blog for too long – my slight hesitance to shut it down entirely should have given me food for thought. I managed to abstain for almost a year, but realised that there’s still a post within me. Or […]
When you have a fantastic Swedish restaurant just down the road, when it’s -18 degrees and a thick layer of ice covers the roads, and when it is so dark that you feel someone has painted the sky with tar, you might find it hard to get all dolled up, put on some heels and venture into […]
It’s been beautiful round here during the last couple of weeks: the leaves have started to turn and are slowly tumbling towards the ground, trees are heaving with apples and plums and the smaller shrubs are brimming with bright red berries, waiting to feed hungry birds during colder days to come. It might be that my […]
In case you were wondering if I had disappeared in a thick cloud of gloomy homesickness, moping about in the Nordic landscape – I haven’t. I have just been busy. Way too busy to mope.
Everything closes in Sweden over the summer. Everything, including yoga studios. I have managed to find and attend a handful of yoga classes over the last month, and all of them have left lasting impressions on me. Not always for the best reasons. If the past couple of weeks have taught me one thing, it’s […]
There is a German catchphrase for times in which nothing goes to plan: “Es ist der Wurm drin.” The worm indeed does appear to be in it. Somehow, I feel like I am carrying a gigantic post-it note on my back that invites the universe to kick my arse. The sale of our flat here […]
It’s been a long time coming. A Swedish husband, an on-going love affair with kanelbullar, a holiday house in the making, a best friend only minutes away from said house… After years of talking about it, we finally made a decision and are going to take the plunge: We are moving to Sweden!