I found a favorite café in Oaxaca. A chocolate place, only big enough to fit three small tables and the counter, squeezed into the one storey building opposite the Santo Domingo church and walls of the ethnobotanical garden. The floors had earth-red tiles and the cold cardamom chocolate that they served was divine. I don’tContinue reading “cold chocolate and the inspiration of the vagabond”
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Sundays are for breathing
I am still on my own in the new apartment. Jessica doesn’t return until tomorrow. I thought: Sundays are good for writing. I had intentions. In the quiet, put words to paper, just like I’ve been longing to do for months. But instead: Watching people walk by on the street outside. Arranging my earrings onContinue reading “Sundays are for breathing”
twenty seventeen, first half
I cannot focus. I have not written, properly, since Burkina Faso the first time. When the people overthrew the despot, in the fall and winter of 2014. It’s not that I haven’t had anything to write about – it’s just. The energy to put the thoughts into words. I have not been able to musterContinue reading “twenty seventeen, first half”
for the hundredth time: recap
Time runs through my fingers. I spent autumn biking through a beautifully colorful Stockholm, trying to finalize some results to our Volta basin project while at the same time trying to come up with ideas for an advertised PhD position at the SRC. Managing those two very different stages of the research process at once,Continue reading “for the hundredth time: recap”
the end of a summer
I went on vacation. My intention was to make time for writing. But things rarely go as planned. I had a nice time, spent with family, reading novels, going for short trips to Swedish islands. And now, it’s the last day of my summer vacation. It’s raining in Skarpnäck, but there are still flowers inContinue reading “the end of a summer”
when I don’t write
I’ve been home for almost a month now. Today I made rhubarb jam and started to clean the gazebo. I’ve also gotten started with Vivi’s cardigan, finally. It’s been a good Saturday. But I’m tired. It happens a lot now. I think, ever since I started the master’s program almost three years ago. Any timeContinue reading “when I don’t write”
time lapse
It’s like I have this idea in my head. I need to write all my posts in chronological order, start with the earliest idea before I can move on to later ones. It’s like I fear the few readers that I have might miss out on something, not understand properly, in case I don’t writeContinue reading “time lapse”
the death of an idol
Let me take you back to the fall of 2006. I was taking a class in creative writing as one of my electables during my last year of high school. In that class, I had a friend called Sandra, who had a blog and who suggested I should start one too. I was already keepingContinue reading “the death of an idol”
the yet-to-become blog posts
I haven’t even written in my journal since December 1st. Normally, I write in it every night. December was simply too much. I have a big pile of notes, though, for potential blog posts. And a bunch of photographs to illustrate them. My brain has been running on full speed in all directions, but it’sContinue reading “the yet-to-become blog posts”
face-lift
I gave up. I have not been able to come up with a new, smart name for the blog. It’ll stay geographies of belonging. I am a geographer at heart, after all. And I’m still looking for a place to belong. The search has just turned from spatial and social, to rather more academic. There isContinue reading “face-lift”
Katja Malmborg 