I missed writing. I really did. I was desperate to get back into it, yet nothing could coax me out of my almost four-year-long refuge. There’s a plethora of reasons why I haven’t blogged in such a long time (apart from a couple of posts about pancakes – and I’m not sure that counts). And […]
So, it’s official now. After pretty much exactly four years in Sweden, we will be leaving this summer. It’s not a secret that I have been struggling massively with the Swedish winters. Five to six months of ice and snow, the blackest, treacle-like darkness from 3pm to 9am during two months of that and a blanket […]
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 […]
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!