Monday 12 September 2022. Evening

It's nearly 24 hours since the polls closed in Sweden for the 2022 General Election. With almost all votes counted, it seems that the right of centre coalition, with the support of the far-right party the Sweden Democrats (SD), will have a parliamentary majority of one seat. The votes that haven't yet been counted include... Continue Reading →


Tuesday 30 August 2022 Today it's been 15 years since I moved to the UK. It makes me reflect on the times and tales, the person I was and the one I've become. I'm happier now than I've been for much of these years, but still question my decision to live here every day. And... Continue Reading →

Wednesday 15.06.2022. Afternoon

After watching Life After Life, the TV adaptation of Kate Atkinson’s novel, I’ve been thinking about death and the circularity of time. I live in both the past and the future, as well as savouring the now. I’m back in Wendover for a couple of weeks. This means no swimming, but instead there’s the cat... Continue Reading →

Saturday 28 May 2022. Midday

Having avoided writing and exercise – things that make me feel good – all morning, I eventually sit down in the garden to feel a bit shit about myself. Sometimes my fear of failing is so deep and complex that I think it's actually success that I fear more: starting something, working hard and then... Continue Reading →

Tuesday 19 January 2022. Evening

I'm thinking of moving to the coast. It might be remote and isolated from everything and everyone I know, but maybe I'll meet someone. Make a friend. Even if it's just myself. Or the sea. But maybe it's not right, I'm not sure. Sweden is upping its defence presence on the island of Gotland, in... Continue Reading →

Thursday 20 August 2020. Evening

Who can sail without the wind? Who can row without oars? Who can leave their one true dear without shedding a tear? I can sail without the wind. I can row without oars. But not leave my one true dear without shedding a tear. As the Swedish nursery rhyme goes. I hum it every time... Continue Reading →

Belong by not belonging

I went sailing in Sweden. My sister took me to waters and landscapes from when we were children. I wished those who never truly saw me could see me there; in my element, my environment. Perhaps they would understand more about me then. Perhaps I could understand more about myself there. I returned to Cambridge... Continue Reading →

Swedish Life Cleaning

Today I kissed my mother goodbye as she boarded the train to the airport to take her and her five bags back home to Sweden. Her working adventure in the UK is over after four years, and after four years I'm no longer the grown-up young woman who lives with her parents. I am alone.... Continue Reading →

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