Jag glömde hur bra det var.

Jag hade glömt hur bra det var härborta, 

hur många jag egentligen känner och hur många små leenden jag får varje dag. 
Hur underbart det är att bo fem minuter från allting jag har kärt
och hur fint det är att bli spontanbjuden på varmchoklad en tisdagseftermiddag
eller att skratta ner oss med mitt favoritfolk och mitt favoritvin i handen på favoritnätter.
eller att se att allt pluggande lönar sig. 
Himla bra asssså.


Scottish men in kilts welcomed us in January. A term passed by, it was topped with London trips and little hearts. My flatmate slid a Valentine card under my door. My face was red and black on Derby Day. Early mornings and productive days. What an ideal, and it was real.

Spring came, oh how lovely. A fairly spontanious roadtrip happened, we slept in a church and saw the strangest place in Scandinavia. Oh, Christiania, how colourful art thou. We were in Varberg just before sunset, and my sister visited us for a little while. Then I flew away again.  

Met my favourite joker and filled my life with philosophy, disturbed sleeping patterns and late nights.
Exam fear are for the weak. I aced them all, did I not?

Summer came, and I am 4 months away from England.
Hands up, my favourite band is on stage. We celebrate midsummer. Home, lovely home. 

Photographer in Magaluf. The craziest thing I've ever done. 
And the best possible thing I could have done that summer. 
All those memories. J'adore. 
Sweden again. Reunions and more adventures.

And my lovely England. I came back. And I joined the climbing club- that was a very good choice. 
Besides my technological issues, everything was great and cosy and lovely.

Mr. Winter came and I went back to Suecia. My lovely parents are beautiful victims of my camera,
and I love them more than ever. 

Said goodbye to 2014 and welcomed the new year on a warm island with the most amazing people. 

Lumière, darling.

I didn't travel through time like Henry or the guy from about time, 
I just happened to live my life so well and quickly that the last and first week of the year flew away.
Flying. Like we did. I went to Tenerife, to see an old friend. A very good friend. 

We flew with a giant balloon above our heads, we enjoyed the sunbeams that were warming our skin, 
we went on a roadtrip and saw a glimpse of heaven in the mountains, we surfed until the last wave was long gone and laughed at everything in life.