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The blog; less edited, more rambling.
Waking dreams
It's been a month back in the default world. A month filled with delicious showers, work headaches, and little time to process while trying to stay calm and not divorce my parakeet. With dubious success, I might add, but that's a story for another time. Burning
📚 Hot book summer
Looking for reading inspiration for the summer? I got you covered.
On finding creativity again
I missed the first train. Complete stop on the Jubilee line. Got the next one. Changed in some tiny town. Arrived in Hepton Bridge. Walked along the picturesque canals. Stopped to buy toothpaste. Got on the bus. The driver was friendly, the way only a bus driver in a small
Week 22
Monday. A week that takes us into June, and as good time as any to get back into old-school blogging. Don't worry, I won't start posting photos of my breakfast. I recently did a writers retreat and if there is one thing I take with me,
Hiking Acatenango
I am not saying I'm writing this post only to share my volcano pictures, but I will admit it is a contributing factor. If you had spent all that effort dragging your massive camera on top of a volcano and standing in close to freezing temperatures to take
Coming home
2015 I went nomadic. It was supposed to be a four-month-long break from my dreary Swedish routine. I would keep working in corporate but trade the 07:08 subway commute to an early morning walk on the beach, my winter coat to a bikini, and office life to something with
On beginning, again
When was the last time you felt happy and content?
Quarantine alter ego
The world is facing a unique situation, at least in modern times, and it’s creating some interesting personality changes for some of us. It’s like my normal self has taken the backseat, and suddenly this new quarantine alter ego has taken over to deal with the situation at
Pandemic spring
Of all the places I pictured myself at for my 34th birthday, self-isolating in a camper van in New Zealand due to a rampant pandemic was not one of them. As @ Effinbirds [https://www.instagram.com/p/B9wp1sEJYVr] eloquently phrased it: ”This went from zero to clusterfuck in a hurry.
Preparing for my first burn
I've been dreaming of joining the social experiment in Black Rock City for a long time. Last year I logged on before the ticket sale started, patiently waited for two hours in the infamous online queue, only to find out it was sold out. This year history repeated
