Home is where I lay my books.

Home is where I lay my books, and I love my home, where the light is hopeful and the books keep me warm. When I sit on the tram and it passes by my house I see the big bookshelf and think: "I live there, it even looks cosy from outside."

Sometimes a pillow is all you need to make you smile :)

Pictures from my Flickr.

Frosty new year.

The winter is so long, dark and cold. Icy winds from the sea under my collar, slippery ice under my shoes. Long days at the office where you never see daylight. We long for spring days... Every year the break of winter is like an emotional catharsis – very similar to mother nature i guess :)

In the meantime we have just enough energy to curl up in the bed and eat Gino (warm fruit sallad with chocolate sprinkles) and watch The West Wing.

Dad.

When he held my hand as a little girl, it was always big and warm.

Pregnancy glow

My sister is having her baby soon, and she definitely has that pregnancy glow :) We're waiting for you, little one <3

Endless Winter

The winter is long and dark up here in the north. Sometimes it feels endless... will spring ever come? And sometimes winter is so beautiful it takes your breath away, and you could never ever live anywhere else.

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I bland blir man så trött på den långa, mörka vintern. Den känns ändlöst lång... och man undrar om våren någonsin kommer att komma tillbaka? I bland är den så vacker att du tappar andan och vill aldrig någonsin bo någon annanstans.