Sweden has my heart. It always will. I may call Australia home, but Sweden is my soul country. When I am there, I feel more like me. When I am not, I miss it terribly.
Stockholm is a place that I like to visit often - all be it only in my mind. It's a holder of some wild memories. Good memories. Some difficult ones too.
Gamla Stan in particular is a dear friend of mine, despite the occasional touristy hum. I can't wait to be back to hang out with it's corroded copper steeples, it's bold facades, those narrow, cobblestone old town streets and windows full of flickering candles and fika invites, soon. My next visit this June can't come quickly enough. I'll be there to spend a few summer days either side of a very special trip to Gotland, where I am so thrilled to be teaching at and co-hosting a slow living retreat along side my other dear friend - and the brilliantly illustrious - Beth Kirby. The snow will have made way for lush green summer and the archipelago will be all sorts of alive. To be back will be silly exciting. As will the chance to once again properly nourish the soul.
Stockholm - vi ses snart.