Chapter 9: The right kind of experiences

When I was 19, and then again when I was 20, I had this very complicated thing with a guy who I kind of still think of as the perfect kind of guy for me – if circumstances had been different. Maybe it’s just stupid, thinking like that, but I can’t help it. Finding someoneContinue reading “Chapter 9: The right kind of experiences”

Chapter 8: Fake it til you make it

Okay, so maybe I’m not such an awful driver after all. I had my driving test yesterday and I passed. Except for some trouble with the backing into a parking space, everything went smoothly. Afterwards, my driving instructor even said that the inspector that I had was one of the pickiest. But I made itContinue reading “Chapter 8: Fake it til you make it”

Chapter 6: Becoming one of my characters

One summer day a few years ago, I went to the blood bank to donate, and was called into the donor room by a young, beautiful med. student who introduced himself as Magnus. That brief meeting, with him taking my blood and me telling him about my Spanish studies, ended up as the first chapterContinue reading “Chapter 6: Becoming one of my characters”

Chapter 3: Some words on the disposition

One might think: Isn’t it enough that she’s chosen to write a blog in a language that she doesn’t know, all about herself? What the hell is this thing about chapters? But, you see, there is a thought behind that aswell. I rarely do things randomly. In that sense, I guess I’m not a very excitingContinue reading “Chapter 3: Some words on the disposition”

Chapter 2: A warning before takeoff

I was born in Sweden to a Finnish mother and a Swedish father. This makes my mothertounge Finnish and my first words were in Finnish. But having grown up in Sweden, my strongest launguage is Swedish. What language I’ll speak when I’m old and overridden with dementia, I don’t know, but either way, English isContinue reading “Chapter 2: A warning before takeoff”

Chapter 1: This is where it starts

We’re in the beginning of February. A new year. Maybe the last, ever, or just as long into the future as the Maya indians saw fit to predict. Anyway, 2012. The year that I turn 24. The year I could have gotten my bachellor’s degree in geography from Stockholm university. Or, even, the year thatContinue reading “Chapter 1: This is where it starts”