It’s not that bad…

Pug walking on snow with an attitude

Really. Hasn’t been that bad at all. I am actually loving writing (almost) every day about every day life. I have to admit that I have become a bit obsessed with the stats button. Having 300 visits since I started last Friday is very flattering – even if 200 of those visits is by my mom alone.

A long train ride to and from work well spent. When I move to Södermalm next month, and are 10 minutes away from work, will I have more or less time?


From island to island

Staring at the screen, trying to overcome the (in)famous “blank page”. I’m thinking I should be full of ideas, bursting with creativity, too many things to write, too little time… after all, it is only my second post.  I wonder how many posts am I allowed to complain about having no idea what I am writing about – and if anyone care. I wonder also  if I am still allowed to moan about how early I wake up to catch a train to Stockholm every morning, knowing that we are moving into Stocholm in just 6 weeks. Can you call a 10 min ride on the underground “commuting”? Would that be an insult to my then former fellow commuters who will keep taking the 6:25 train? Maybe I will walk instead. Should be nice going through Södermalm, crossing Gamla Stan and up Drottninggatan. From island to island, dreaming with my eyes open.


The difficulty of the first blog post

Facing the blank text-box of your first blog post is no easy business. Your usually cool and dry hands become sweaty, and a tiny anxiety attack starts heading your way. You are tempted to open a new tab and browse for other people’s first entries, but you know that is cheating, and you are better than that. You think about small-talk clichés about the weather and the state of the economy, but you want to be oh so original.

I breathe in… and then breathe out. Again. And you are still here.

You should always know who your readers are in order to write for them, right? Good. Only this time I will selfishly write for my own pleasure about things that concern me, around my life, city, family, dreams and nightmares. I will be true to myself. And will keep it that way. (Unless I get a pair of those Jimmy Choos in return, of course).