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Stockholm On a particularly grey autumn Friday I was off from school for once and spend the whole day half naked eating yoghurt in my sofa and scanning every little millimetre of the internet. I’d marry the internet if I could and I can’t tell whether that’s the saddest thing ever or just very contemporary of me. Then all of a sudden I am late, as always when I have an unplanned day, and I rush off to the tube without having time to buy alcohol and I put make up on whilst on the train. And btw I LOVE how that upsets so many people. The power I possess in something as small as where I choose to put on my make up. <3 Alice, Vasastan It’s my girl Alice who has invited lots of people from my wicked class (ps I love love love my class) to her roof terrace. And shit, I am stunned when she takes us up all those stairs to this fairy lit place overlooking perhaps all the rooftops in the world. It hits me in the heart and even if I don’t want to admit it, I’m warming up to this city. Amalia, Stockholm My other love Amalia shows up sweeping us off our feet. Valhallavägen, Stockholm All my other classmates stumble onto the terrace as the night deepens. Everybody is bringing their best friends, siblings or lovers to show the rest of us a sliver of their previous lives. The sky is pitch black and across the yard we see a neighbour get undressed in one of the windows. We blast music from the crammed terrace and people spill over into the corridors and Alice’s flat.Alice Majsan Linn <3 Girls of Stockholm We sit in the beds and on the floor drinking red wine from plastic cups and boys we don’t like text about dinner dates. So much girl talk, and it is divine. Alice KatjaAlice and Katja, Stockholm Then it is time to kick everybody out because we are going to see three of our classmates djing and vjing! Marie Laveau, Stockholm At Marie Laveau which has the dreamiest of signs. We queue and dance and queue and drink and talk about sexuality, as one does. Constantly I am checking my phone and all my social media channels for updates from a certain young man. And at midnight I finally receive that one text and rush to the train station. Daniel, Stockholm Like a mental case I run through the crowd at the Central Station with a fever in my lungs and a racing heart. I bump into an angry group from Dalarna wearing soft red winter coats that women who own kennels usually wear and I build onto their already existing hate for us in the capital. On the empty midnight platform I can see Daniel standing and he must be the most handsome man on this planet. My eyes are happy drunk and he kisses my whole face ninety eight times. Finally finally finally he’s here. But we don’t head home to get naked yet. Instead I take him back to the bar to show him off to everybody, proud as fuck. I get him drunk and we dance together just like so many London evenings. That night my bed is so much less sad despite my duvet not being even close to enough for the two of us.   Linn

54 DAYS

Photo on 23-01-2014 at 12.28 #3 It’s been 54 days now. Soon two whole months since I moved away from London and everything I love to something that I don’t even know what it is, apart from that it isn’t me. Not yet at least. And I’ve sobbed and whined and felt sorry for myself. I’ve hated this fucking city so much that I haven’t even tried to explore it and then hated it even more. Until now. I know now that I’m going to be alright. Actually, I know that I’m going to be fucking great. Because I kind of decided this has to be enough. No more sulking. Plus Hyper Island is the most fascinating experience I’ve ever had, it’s just wow.   Linn

54 DAYS

Photo on 23-01-2014 at 12.28 #3 It’s been 54 days now. Soon two whole months since I moved away from London and everything I love to something that I don’t even know what it is, apart from that it isn’t me. Not yet at least. And I’ve sobbed and whined and felt sorry for myself. I’ve hated this fucking city so much that I haven’t even tried to explore it and then hated it even more. Until now. I know now that I’m going to be alright. Actually, I know that I’m going to be fucking great. Because I kind of decided this has to be enough. No more sulking. Plus Hyper Island is the most fascinating experience I’ve ever had, it’s just wow.   Linn

BACK IN HACKNEY

It was finally time. Time for me to fly back to London. Right back to my favourite city, my favourite people and my favourite life. I thought I was going to puke that morning, being so excited. I basically ran from school when it was time and then stepping onto the tube at Heathrow, in London(!), has never felt as such big a blessing. At 9pm I arrived outside Liverpool Street Station and felt the familiar smell of deep fry and drunk people. I literally ran down the alleys lined with packed pubs, past after workers, hipsters and homeless people. At a pizza place I spot 13 of my favourite people gathered, and I feel like screaming, crying and breaking at the same time. VDK Daniel, Pizza Union Like some romcom I literally jumped into the arms of my loved ones and made a huge scene with cheers and hugs and all. <3 Seb was there of course, and my Daniel. Danielle, Pizza Union My baby Danielle. We ordered beers and pizzas in lots, and I tried to keep conversations up with all 13 people at the exakt same time just to make sure I didn’t miss any of it. Ornella, Pizza UnionOrnella Lovia, Pizza Union London My Ornella who had organised it all and Lovisa. My heart was outside my body and I didn’t know what to do to keep every second from ending. There wasn’t a single paus in any conversation because how else would you fit a whole month’s worth of missed out stories into a dinner. Jimmy, Jared, Mikey, Pizza Union London Jimmy, Jared and Mikey. And what is a London night without a little drama. A few banker wankers and some Cockney dudes started a fight, throwing chili oil and pizza crust at each other. Pizza Union, London Too much love everywhere, just look at Kajsa and Wilma in the corner, and before we knew it lots of hours and bottles had passed and it was time for the place to close. Lovisa, Pizza Union On that note it was time for us to leave. London Buses Something I have come to appreciate even more with London now that I’ve moved away is the spontaniuty. Without a plan at midnight in Stockholm you either have to go home or have lots of money as the liquor stores are closed and most places charge an entry fee. In London, midnight is when your opportunities come alive. Lower Clapton London You just message some of your friends, head up to an off license for some cheap beer and then have a house party! Lower Clapton House PartyAnthony, London At Daniel’s flat in Lower Clapton people I like dropped in and out. Some fought about playing their own weird kind of music, others flirted in the sofas but mostly we just occupied floors, toilets, kitchen and windowsills having shitloads of unimportant and still crucial conversations. Emma, London Emma joined in a raffig dress as she gladly described it. At Daniel's in Lower Clapton, London And finally, I felt like myself again, where I belong. At 4am Ornella was asleep in one of the sofas and we kicked the rest out because it was time for me and Daniel to crash straight down in the same bed again. I was the happiest I’ve been in forever, and the weekend had barely started. London, I will always owe you. Big time.   Linn

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