06.10

I have this thing for chairs. I have a thing for a lot of things. But, oh man, chairs! The hunt continues...

06.04

I used to be a gamer girl. I know, I know, geek warning! I'd play games such as Final Fantasy because role playing meant hardcore strategies and impressive powers. Days and nights would disappear in the blink of an eye, and for the longest time I had a tremendous fascination with these fictional worlds. When I visited Storm King, it took my breath away. I wandered across fields, under statues, through the woods and found hidden paths and treasures everywhere I looked. The freedom was enormous. Being able to wander as I pleased for as long as I wished, Storm King became the ultimate RPG. I kept repeating that to R, though I don't think he quite understood what I meant. The excitement had me out of breath as I sprinted from one mystery to another, rambling feverishly about quests and such. I keep my inner child close to my heart, and this place is now her castle.

05.18

I'm back in Sweden, but not really. People sometimes say that they leave their heart elsewhere. With a person. A city. Perhaps both. Well, I left my spirit in New York. A lot happened in the past six months. Most of it broke me, though this vacation restored parts of my old self, and even lured out bits that I wasn't aware of having. I'm off standby mode. Have you ever stopped thinking in words? It's a curious thing but it happened. I lost the ability to express myself in complete sentences. Words became alien. Instead, I relied on pictures. Feelings.

Tonight I'll put fresh sheets on my bed. Drink tea. Read a few lines. Create. Muse. It's so good to be able to plan a future again. In August, I'm going back, and this time, I won't leave a thing behind.

05.09

After nearly working myself to death in April, I finally got my reward - vacation time in New York! The flight ended up being delayed due to engine complications and I had to stay in Paris over night. It was confusing and frustrating, but I arrived safely, wearing a smile, a day after schedule. Needless to say, I was drained. Sucked dry. My bones, my bones!

R and I came home Sunday night after a long weekend in Brooklyn. We had rented an apartment (which made me swear off hotels for life) and felt rejuvenated by the novelty of it all. My spirits were lifted as soon as we stepped through the door. Quirky decor and immaculate surfaces! What more can a girl ask for? The Brooklyn flea was around the corner, little cafes and wonderful restaurants were on the main street and we hopped from train to train without any plans whatsoever. I was so busy enjoying myself that my camera stayed in the bag for the most part, but I did snap a couple of great shots. For now, though, just a tiny snippet of morning stillness and pale skies.