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fomo, boule and baby sisters

Saga-2016,-StockholmSaga,-Stockholm,-2016Saga,-StockholmSaga,-Stockholm-2016 my baby sis saga, always looking fresher than me

Saga och Linn, Stockholm 2016sisters on a hotdawg tour of scandinavia

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Moa-och-Saga,-Stockholm-2016picking up the third musketeer in the archipelago

 

Tidigt lördag morgon, bara några timmar efter min examensfest, flög jag tillbaka till London för min bästa dag på året – Field Day Festival. En bloody mary-brunch, överraskningsbiljetter för Danielle som flyttar till Kanada och timmar dansandes i sommarregnet till Skepta, James Blake, Nao och Mura Masa med en hög suveräna personer.

Eller ja, det var tanken. Men så blev det pilot-strejk och jag är strandad i Stockholm på obestämd tid. Efter att ha storbölat i telefonen och blockat samma vänner på alla sociala medier (i wish) fick jag bara acceptera läget. Med hög fomo spenderade jag istället helgen med att kicka ass i Sveriges största boule-turnering med mina klasskompisar och gick sen på varmkorvs-turné med mina jobbigt tuffa lillasystrar. Får se hur det blir med min Londonsommar för ingen verkar veta när jag får åka tillbaka…

Early Saturday morning, just a few hours after my graduation I flew back to London to go to Field Day Festival, my favourite day of the year. A bloody mary brunch, surprise tickets for Danielle who’s moving back to canada and hours dancing to Skepta, James Blake, Nao and Mura Masa in the summer rain.

Or so it should’ve been. But then the pilots of SAS decided to go on a strike and I was stranded in Stockholm. After sobbing on the phone I spent the rest of the weekend kicking ass in Sweden’s largest boule tournament with some classmates and then went on a Swedish hotdog tour with my ridiculously fly baby sisters. Nobody knows when I can fly back yet, only time can tell…

 

 

 

Linn

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tiny stories | open car windows and summer lakes

Water-Stockholms-skärgårdMagelugnen-Haninge,-Stockholm

 

Det var långt in på natten när jag äntligen anlände hos min lillasyster och flygbiljetten för 300kr hade gett mig exakt vad jag betalat för. Jag kröp ned bredvid henne i sängen och slocknade. Utanf;r blev sommarhimlen aldrig mörk.

Dagen efter skulle hon jobba, som hederligt folk gör, men jag vaknade ändå upp till ett 27 gradigt Stockholm trots allt. Min pappa hade flugit in från Kenya samma natt och hämtade upp mig med bilen precis som gamla tider. Det finns inget som att bli upphämtad i en varmlackad bil och köra genom city-sommaren. Med nedvevade fönster och isglassar i hand åkte vi ut till min farbrors hus vid en sjö. Jag badade, pappa fiskade, vi drack hett kaffe på verandan och gömde oss för sommarskurar under filtar. Det fanns inget wifi, bara drömmar om Kalifornien eller vad att äta till middag.

Det var sommar. På riktigt.

I arrived at my sisters late in the night, my £30 flight giving me what I had paid for. I climbed down next to her in the warm bed and drifted into slumber. Outside the summer sky never got close to dark.

Moa was working the following morning but since I was waking up to a 27 degrees Stockholm I felt great. My dad had flown in from Kenya that same night and came to pick me up with the car just like old times. There is nothing I like more than being picked up and ride through the city summer. With open windows and ice lollies in hand we drove out to my uncle’s house by the lake. I went swimming, he stood on the dock fishing, we sipped hot coffee on the porch and hid from the three minute rain under blankets.There was no wifi, just dreams of California or what to have for dinner.

It was summer. For real.

 

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Linn

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off to stockholm

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Hallå världen! Nu sitter jag på Stansted och dricker kaffe. Dagen är kommen då jag flyger tillbaka till Stockholm för att äta kanelbullar, bada tusen gånger och hänga med alla mina bästa människor jag lämnat i min hemstad. Nästa vecka är det också dags för min graduation där och håll i er för jag kommer se smoking ut.

Jag är lite rädd att jag kommer försöka klämma in på tok för många människor, aktiviteter och svenska maträtter i dessa stackars nio dagar. Klassisk semesterstress. Men jag håller tummarna för att det istället blir lika färgglatt, emotionellt och varmt som i bilderna ovan.

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tidigare upptåg i stockholm

Waddap lovely people! I’m reporting from Stansted Airport, drinking Pret coffee. The day has come for me to fly back to Stockholm to eat cinnamon buns/go swimming every day/see all cuties I’ve left behind in the motherland. It is also the time for my graduation! Well, next week at least, and I will look smoking. 

Slightly worried though as I will as always try and squeeze in too many people and things in not to miss out. The infamous holiday stress huh. But I hope that these 9 days will be colourful, emotional, and warm like my pictures above.

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previous mischief in stockholm

 

 

 

Linn

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tiny stories | the streets of siberia

During the upcoming week I will retell snippets from how my thoughts went during my trip to Stockholm. Told as tiny stories. An old format on this blog, but with a new title.

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The temperature is down flirting with below 20. I run, late for the train every single time, along the frozen pavements, sliding, fumbling, trying to not fall. I swear to god this new routine of being the one who’s late doesn’t sit well with my self perception. My gloves lay warm and still on a shelf back in London because I had repressed the raw gnawing of the cold before coming and absent mindedly left them behind. The weather is eating at my bones as I stress down to the station.

I take my phone out of my pocket and my fingers sting with numbness as the screen flashes and dies, it’s not due to lack of battery power but because nothing survive in this climate. This is honestly unbelievable. Now there is no way for me to know if I’ll make the bloody train, so I slid, trying pick up my pace. My lungs ache from the brisk air as I run. The fact that there is actually an area named Sibirien in the middle of Stockholm seems suiting. The train leaves the platform right before I enter which means I will be late. FUCK YOU FUCK THIS FUCK EVERYTHING. Second day of my writing course where I’m the only one without a journalist degree and I’m late. I guess I was already an underdog, so I might as well continue down that line.

My fingers are stiff and I shove them back in my pocket. Luckily I brought my fur coat. I feel indulgently guilty when I wear it, even if it’s vintage. The right elbow has ripped and the lining is all frayed, which makes me like it even more now that it’s clearly not new. People around me on the train cast passive aggressive looks. I cannot help but enjoying pissing people off, provoking a little on the morning commute. A woman in flawless Acne boots and an expensive purse doesn’t even acknowledge the homeless woman asking for spare change, but pauses her game of candy crush to scoff at my coat.

We pass through the pastel buildings, glistening in snow. I miraculously get to school on time. Apparently they start the day with a 15min coffee break? Only in Sweden.

 

Linn

 

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Relationship Gender Norms & A Surprise Night At A Hotel

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On Thursday my boyfriend Daniel landed in Stockholm. We’ve done 14 months of long distance now, FOURTEEN, which felt like an impossibility before. Everybody told us that long distance never works out, you’ll break up, don’t do it. Now it’s three weeks left of it, and we’ve made it. It is possible!

This was the last trip he would make to visit me in Stockholm so I wanted to surprise him with a hotel night just for the two of us. So I emailed this funky place and told them about my plans to see if they’d be up for helping me treat my man. And they responded with a YES, LET’S DO THIS!

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Standing on the cold autumn streets of Stockholm with Daniel’s hands in my hair I told him about my plans. Just the two of us for a night, no flatmates, no relatives, no parents disturbing or people needing to socialising with.

It might sound small but not if you haven’t properly had time just you for over a year. Like a child he couldn’t contain himself when we walked to check in. It’s just by Arlanda Express which is perfect for all of us constant on tour.

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Is there anything more glamorous than a well clad receptionist uttering Welcome, Miss Wiberg, you’re room is on the third floor with a surprise. Hope you enjoy your stay. 

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Not used to being treated with such dignity we looked at each other big eyed. I could so get used to this. As soon as the doors had closed in the elevator and we had swiped our keycard to get to our floor we could not keep off each other anymore.

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We stayed in a deluxe room that sure had a view(!), feeling like royalties, eating chocolate truffles and playing with the northern lights effect above the bed.

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After a day and night out we walked alone in the cold back to the hotel and lied under the poofy duvets in the 280cm(!) bed talking about what the upcoming months withhold, where we’ll live, what we will do and how our relationship will once again change. It’s longed for and terrifying and I can’t wait.

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I woke from the white winter light tickling my eyelids, hearing Daniel’s heavy breath amongst the four massive pillows. The autumn sun shone down on our clothes spread out all over the floor. It’s lucky that the hotel breakfasts are the highlights of a stay and makes it less heavy waking up.

Nordic-Ligth-Hotel-Stockholm-BreakfastThis one was no exception and we sat eating slowly slowly, flicking through the daily newspaper, sipping coffee, going for another round of waffles, making it last a little bit longer before it was time for us to check out for this time.

Nordic-Light-Hotel,-Stockholm

I try to treat Daniel to more ”girlie” stuff quite often. I feel so bad for boys who don’t get treated or pampered! When we first started seeing each other I bought him 50 tulips on a normal sunday and I thought he’d start crying. Nobody has ever bought me flowers before!

It’s difficult with gender norms in a hetero relationship. Especially knowing what comes from us as individuals and what’s from our societal heritage. Like Daniel hates everything that has to do with cooking whilst I adore spending hours trying new recipes and stirring pots all by myself. Is that because he’s a guy and I’m a girl and we’re taught that from start? Or is it just us and our preferences? Despite what the correct answer is I think it’s important to challenge it and not ”own” certain parts of the day but help each other break habits.

Either way treating each other with things we are not used to getting is important. It can be by surprising with a hotel night but also by making an extra nice breakfast on a normal weekday, plan a game night for just you two or buy two tickets to a cinema or a band you want to see as a surprise.

 

Thanks again Nordic Light Hotel for helping me treat my man.

 

Linn

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