Who I Am.
I’m orange. Mostly the palms of my hands and souls of my feet. It doesn’t bother me but the doctor said I should chill out on the carrots. I’m also from sweden, 26, and live in Melbourne. This is a blog about my failures in life. And what I’ve learnt from them.
I’ve cut down to two carrots a day. Mostly because my boyfriend says that no one will take an orange person serious and that he doesn’t want people to think that I’m stupid. Sometimes I have more than two though. Sorry Adrian.
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Stockholm, first time in two years
We are off to Sweden. For three weeks Adrian and I will be cruising down the streets of Stockholm, maybe pop over to Copenhagen if we feel the urge to. I think a lot about what I want to do first. I don’t miss Sweden in particular that much. But there are a few people over there I can’t wait to get my arms around. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love Stockholm, with it’s water and buzzing atmosphere in the spring and summer-time. Swedes are like hibernating animals, who sleep-walk through the winter. When spring comes it’s like they’ve all been slapped in the face by the most beautiful hand. A switch happen. In almost everyone’s mood. You can feel it vibrate when you walk the streets of Stockholm. The collective mood of all it’s citizen. Throughout the spring and summer they are connecting. Meeting each other’s eyes, smiling, doing. Living. When the darkness kicks in in company with the cold, eyes stare down on the ground. Disconnect. They rush from A to B without seeing people around them. Without living.
Luckily we arrive when summer meets it’s peak. The day after midsummer; one of the biggest Swedish holidays. The one when we dance around a giant green pole covered with flowers (which symbolizes a dick penetrating the earth). The most classic dance is called “little frogs”. We drink snaps and sing songs to help us all get evenly drunk. People pass out. Vomit. Laugh. It’s the lightest day of the year and before midnight girls are supposed to collect seven different flowers, jump over seven different fences and then put the flowers under their pillow at nigh. The person she dreams of if the one she will marry. (They weren’t gender neutral, and as understanding back when this all started).
So, Adrian and I arrive the day after this whole shenanigan, which means that we can spend the whole first day or two just focusing on mum and dad, since all of the others will be super hang over and probably lack all kinds of endorphins and energy. But that’s totally fine; I think my mum will be satisfied to get her hands on us first.
I can’t wait to see Stockholm and meet everyone I love with my new eyes and calm brain! See you Sunday Stockholm.