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I'm doing such a poor job when it comes to taking photos these days. I really do try, but it just seems as though the great moments are lost somewhere, and what I end up with is just... Blah. So basically my phone gallery consists of selfies and food. And not very much of the latter.

This weekend has been awesome though (despite lack of photographic proof), we had Elin over for dinner on Friday night, and on Saturday I managed to squeeze in two birthday celebrations. Today we were supposed to have a viewing as we're trying to trade our flat for something smaller, but it was cancelled last minute so A and I have more or less spend the day eating and napping. Yes, we nap. Adults are allowed to nap. I'm getting ready to crawl into bed with the current crime novel and a cup of tea in a bit to try and shut down a little. I'm notoriously bad at falling asleep on Sundays, but a winding down preiod does seem to help!

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I've had some stunning summer nights lately. Couldn't have wished for more, to be honest. Stockholm still takes my breath away, and now that I've had a chance to show A just how perfect it can be he's finally agreed that maybe, just maybe, it isn't all long winters and frozen lakes after all. Up until now he has basically been convinced that this whole Stockholm summer thing is just one big conspiracy created by the Swedish tourist board.

We're doing well. We spend a long weekend on Gotland with my family a couple of weeks back and both A and I have basically been ill since then (along with everyone else that was there, apparently), but slowly recovering. No time for rest though, the thought of missing even a moment of summer is terrifying!

Stay tuned.

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​This is a sad morning. It shouldn't be, because it's Midsummer, it is a day off, we are heading off to celebrate with friends in a few hours, and although it's raining a little bit right now the weather channel has promised we'll have sunshine towards the afternoon.

But.

The UK voted to leave the EU.

I cannot really seem to put into words how I feel about that right now. Devastated is probably as close as it gets.

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Hey - There's a tiny update. I've officially applied for my driving permit. A couple of weeks or so from now I will be legally allowed on the roads. With supervision, obviously, and one of those signs clarifying I'm a learner (which in all honesty will be painfully clear anyway - sign or no sign), so that the poor people who get stuck behind me hopefully compose themselves and recall the first time they got behind the wheel of a car. I'm not going to lie - I find just the thought of traffic alarming at best, absolutely terrifying at worst, and that's when I'm on my feet. Maybe step one should really be getting a bike?

Anyway, enough about that for now. I am sort of in holiday mode already, with a short week this week due to Swedish Midsummer, and starting Monday I am working two day weeks all thoughout July. Yup, you heard it. Two. Day. Weeks. For a whole month. I haven't had that much time off during summer (or at all, for that matter) since I was in school, so I am basically beyond excited. Today the plan is to pick up some groceries and start preparing for the food we are bringing to the Midsummer dinner on Friday. Happy Wednesday y'all!

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​It's afternoon all of a sudden. Mondays seem to come and go before I've even had the change to properly pry my dazed weekend eyes open. In all honesty though that might have more to do with the level of daze I experience on Mondays, and less to do with the actual shortness of the day. I mean who can sleep on a Sunday night, right?

Dazed or not it's back on the horse! I'm getting ready to head off to the optician in a bit, so that they can sign a piece of paper that says I can see well enough to drive a car. Yes, The License is happening. It's time. Then it's back to the grotto, aka our bedroom (when I am in study mode, because apparently daylight is enough to distract me), to bury my head in driving theory books. Or you know, driving theory apps and websites, but that just doesn't quite have the same ring to it.

Point is that this license is happening, end of discussion! 

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​I live for Saturday morning breakfasts! There's something so priceless about waking up wihtout the alarm after a week of zomebie mornings and having the time to cook, set the table and actually sit down with absolutely nothing rushing you to finish. On a week day breakfast consists of the strongest coffee I can handle in front of the bathroom mirror while I get ready for work. So my Saturday mornings are holy! 

I actually slept until 10:15 today without waking up once (victory dance!), had a quick shower and set the breakfast table and woke A up to eat. I'm now parked in front of the TV watching Pretty Little Liars as I'm putting my face on, then we're heading off to explore the driving range that, according to google maps, should be just around the corner. The rain is pouring down outside so most likely there won't be much golfing taking place, but since we've just moved to the area we figured we might as well do the tour!

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I'm content in almost every way possible right now, thanks to three things that never fail to cheer me up: My dear mother, my dear man's cooking, and taking my bra off (freedom). Mum gave me a crash course in how to look after her (highly demanding, I have to say) plants and spent a good half an hour scouting for the perfect location for them, which was followed by wining and dinig. My dear man had, as per usual, outdone himself with the roasted potatoes from heaven - Something that he seems to have this extremely random talent for.

Since the mother and sambo headed off, the man and I have sat down, put our legs up on the coffee table, opened a bag of crisps and put Guardians of the Galaxy on Netflix. 

And I've taken my bra off.

I'm trying very hard to be a functioning twentysomething and stay awake a little bit longer, but I am honestly identifying more with a pubertal teenager these days - I could totally do with 15 hours of sleep a day. It's goodnight from me shortly!

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Friday. Honestly, I need it so badly. Not that it’s been a particularly long week, or particularly stressful. I am just particularly exhausted. Couldn’t tell you why – I heard something about spring exhaustion (it’s actually a thing – Although maybe a Scandi thing?), where you basically adapt poorly to the sudden change in light, so your mind is all like ”heeey it’s summertime and light outside at 10pm, that’s AWESOME”, whereas your body is like ”You’ve literally gone insane, put me to bed immediately”. Your body thinks it needs more sleep because it’s still hibernating, to sum it up. At least that’s how I understood it. Anyway, spring exhaustion sounds like one of those things that really sensitive people who cannot handle life even a little bit would suffer from. Unadaptable people.

So it seems reasonable to believe it would happen to me. The ultimate unadaptable person.

So I’m tired, and I’m really excited it’s Friday. Mainly because my mum and her sambo* are coming over for dinner tonight which is always lovely, but equally mainly because tomorrow is Saturday and I don’t have to wake up early. I will, but I don’t have to. Key difference.

And one final exciting thing: My colleague just showed me how to start writing code from scratch, which is something that’s puzzled me for as long as I’ve understood what coding means (but that I for some reason never got around to googling?), and it was insanely cool, and in a way one small life mystery solved.

*sambo = Possibly my favourite Swedish word. Means live-in romantic partner (or literally: together-liver).

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Morning life! The blog and I are engaged in a passionate on-again/off-again relationship, in the true sense of the word(s). One where I don’t need it everyday, but I cannot quite let it go. I keep coming back for more. Now and again.

Now, for example.

The issue with on-again/off-agains is that you never quite know where to begin when you are back on. Do you pick up where you left off as if you’ve never been apart? Fall back into habits? Take things slow, and get to know each other again? Provide a chronological recap of the time since you last met?

I don’t know. See, if my blog was a person I guess it would more or less happen naturally, people are funny like that. Relationships between people just sort of happen. But this isn’t a human-to-human relationship. It’s a human-to-blog relationship, and that’s a bit trickier. There’s no response. There are no questions back, no natural flow, no body language or tone of voice to interpret (or fail to interpret for that matter). And now I am realizing that the further into this I am getting, the further away I feel from getting to any kind of point. I’m not sure I had a point to begin with (that happens). My point was probably just “hi”.

I should also mention I didn’t sit down intending to write this post in English. That was something else that sort of just happened. Maybe I miss England. But it feels comfortable.

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