It’s been a week now, since I arrived in Stockholm again after five months of travel. It felt odd, the first day, speaking Swedish and being around all these familiar places. But surprisingly fast I got used to everything and I even started feeling like I’d never been away at all. That scared me. That I felt like everything was the same, even though I knew so much had happened. I was afraid that I would forget.
Luckily, I still have about a month and a half of stories to tell, from my trip, and all the photos that I want to publish. I won’t have as much time as I originally thought, since the archive turned out to want me back full time right away (and I feel like I can’t say no to the money), but I’ll write as much as I can. In the evenings, if I’m not too tired. If only just to remember, myself.
Katja Malmborg 