LIGHT

It’s that time of the year again.

I must admit that it’s been a few years since I got any kind of Christmas feelings but this year, even though it’s not December just yet, I got it and I’m really looking forward to Christmas this year. I guess it have mainly been kicking in this weekend. Everyone have started putting up stars and pretty lightning, my mother has baked something called Lucia saffron buns (or Lucia cats) while my cousin played her favourite Christmas songs and I’ve made a fire in our fireplace two nights in a row.

I’m really looking forward to this cosy season.

THIS IS WHAT A FEMINIST LOOKS LIKE

I treated myself and bought the ELLE Feminism Issue before going home from Stockholm.

When I first heard about ELLE UK releasing their December issue as a feminism issue it made me really excited, fashion and feminism is two of my favourite things in life.  I’m sure there’s smaller more independent magazines that’s been doing something similar before but I can’t reach that many foreign magazines in Sweden and seeing such a famous magazine as ELLE doing something like this is revolutionary.

I just finished reading the interview with Emma Watson and it’s perfect. I knew after seeing her speech at the UN that it couldn’t be anything but perfect and I’ve been sat with a smile plastered to my lips while reading it. I still got the interviews with Jenna Lyons, Diane von Furstenberg and Benedict Cumberbatch left to read and I’m really looking forward to it. Other than that the issue is filled with inspirational and successful women for an example ELLE UKs own editor-in-chief Lorraine Candy, who I’ve been impressed by for a long time, who is a mother of four young children, a feminist and got the career of my dreams, she’s really an inspiration.

Buy it, read it and get inspired!

BUT FOR TONIGHT I WANNA FALL IN LOVE

Globen, Stockholm, Wednesday November 12th

One time isn’t enough.

Elin and I met up with my brother and his girlfriend for his first concert ever. We managed to sneak in with my brothers classmates and get some really decent places after not queuing at all. When Ed walked in I could see the enormous excitement in my brother’s eyes. I’m still in a loss of words to describe Ed’s live performance but it was just as magical as in Copenhagen. I was placed a lot differently but it didn’t make it any less powerful and the fact that I got to experience my brother’s first concert with him I think made it even better. I’ve never seen that boy happier and that make me so incredibly happy.

After the concert it was really nice to get back to Elin, eat and actually get to sleep on a mattress since I was exhausted, I even talked to her in mys sleep. I took that boring four and a half, five if you count the train actually home to my little village, hour train ride home yesterday but it’s just a few weeks until I get to see Elin and visit Globen again. More about that in December…

PACKING UP AND TAKING OFF

When I travel a lot during a short time I always think that it’s what it feels like being a celebrity but I always remind myself that a celebrity probably doesn’t have to sleep on the floor at the airport that often since they can afford a few hours at the expensive Hilton Hotel next doors, however I can’t and I have to sleep on the floor at the airport looking out at the Hilton Hotel building dreaming of the beds inside.

After the Ed Sheeran concert we picked up our bags at the Central Station in Copenhagen and went to the airport. We arrived around midnight and went straight to Burger King for a veggie burger and some much needed water before we thought that we could get through the security check but shame on us, the security check didn’t open until 5am. We thought we could get in to the actual airport and find some comfy chairs to spend a few hours on before the tax free shops opened up but instead we had to sit outside the checks, on a really hard floor, for four hours. I managed to get a few minutes of sleep thanks to some blankets that could act as a pillow and the hours went pass rather quickly.

The picture above is taken around 7am right after the plan had taken off to Stockholm, were we landed at 8am. From the airport me and the friend I traveled with had to go separate ways to the people we would spend the night at in Stockholm and I had to go on three buses and one train to get home to Elin for a well needed shower and some breakfast.

TAKE MY HAND AND MY HEART AND SOUL

Forum,Copenhagen, Tuesday November 11th

Let’s get this started with me telling you that seeing this man perform live is the most powerful thing that I’ve ever experienced. I and a friend of mine went to Copenhagen early Tuesday morning with food and blankets. We were sat outside the arena for about nine hours before we got let in and managed to get in the front, a bit to the left but still in the front.

It’s difficult to find words to explain the concert. Afterwards my friend and I didn’t say anything to each other, we couldn’t find the right words to explain it. All the worlds’ superlatives aren’t enough but I’ll do my best. Ed is all alone on a large stage with a guitar, two microphones and some loop pedals, nothing else, and he creates the most powerful music I’ve ever heard live. There was a security guard right in front of me all the time and he seemed amazed by how the crowd sang their hearts out to this simple redhead on stage and followed every wish of his.

I’m sorry that I can’t tell you more, there aren’t any words for it. He makes the songs so much better live than they’re on CD and on CD they still are bloody amazing. If you ever get the chance to see him live, take it.

WHILE DREAMING OF DIOR

I used to have my ears stretched but a few months ago I removed the plugs and now I can finally wear normal earrings again.

I doubt anyone has missed the Dior double pearl earrings. I myself have been dreaming of these for a while but working at a day care doesn’t allow me to buy anything Dior. Of course the high street stores have done their job and put out similar earrings for the price of almost nothing, I bought these yesterday and I feel a bit silly for being this excited about wearing a normal pair of earrings. 

BECAUSE YOU'RE MY MEDICIN

THIS IS HOW IT STARTED

Debaser Medborgarplatsen, Stockholm, Thursday October 16th

By now there’s no doubt you’ve heard about The 1975, right? Only about a year ago they weren’t as famous and that’s when I saw them for the first time.

I don’t think anyone could ever understand how much this band has come to mean to me. Their music is genius, their lyrics is unbelievable, their singer is out of this world and their first album is perfect from first to last song. But it’s not only that. When I saw them in November last year it wasn’t only a magical concert in the most tiny venue in Copenhagen it was also the first time, and the reason, that I met my now best friend. It was all very spontaneous. I got in touch with a Danish guy four days before the concert, which was sold out, who offered to sell me his two tickets. Elin booked a train in a second and four days later we met up at a train station, gave each other a weird hug, went to Copenhagen and the tiny venue located by the entrance to Christiania (a small town in the middle of Copenhagen where it’s legal to smoke weed). After the concert, where we’d basically been standing on the stage, we gave each other the day’s second weird hug but that hug was weird in a whole different way, the way that it felt like we’d known each other for a lifetime. I guess that’s how it started for real, our weird but beautiful friendship.

A few days ago we saw them again. My favourite band on stage and my favourite person by my side. It was all a bit nostalgic. I don’t think anything can beat the first time we saw them but it sure was another magical concert. The whole venue smelled of marijuana and out they walked, dressed in black from head to toe, and started playing. It’s so hard to describe something that means so much to you.

If you get the opportunity to see them live, don’t miss it.

DREAMS

I live in a small village. I’m scared to leave the house after nine in the evening. I cross the street if I see someone. I’m scared to walk the streets where I grew up. Light, life and movement comfort me. As a kid the worst part about sleepless nights were the silence, knowing that everyone but me were sleeping. 

I want to live in a city. I’ve known this since I was a kid and slept on the couch in my aunt’s apartment in the city. I was laying awake but I didn’t feel alone, I heard cars, voices and I could see the street lights through the curtain. I find comfort in noises and light, knowing that I’m not alone in the world.

I’m a restless person, a small village isn’t for me. 

LIVING OUT OF CASES

First of all, I would like to excuse my absence. My computer went crazy and I lost Photoshop and as a perfectionist it’s not easy to blog without Photoshop. Also, I’ve been busy looking for a job and been away for a few short trips with my family so there hasn’t been much time for me to fix the Photoshop problem.

This weekend was no exception. Thursday morning I and my dad went on a four and a half hour long train ride to Stockholm to meet his sister, her husband and my two little cousins. Friday morning I took the train to my best friend to spend the rest of the weekend with her. We have only known each other a year but it sure feels like a lifetime. It’s weird to think about, that we didn’t physically meet until last fall, that it’s only been a short bit over a year since we started talking and that we’ve only been able to actually meet a few times since then but still she knows me better than anyone else and she’s the only one I feel that I can tell anything without being judged. We are basically the same person in two different bodies.

When you aren’t able to meet that often you don’t really feel like you have to do something special every time you meet, it really is good enough to just associate, being lazy and watch a ton of movies together. Although, Saturday evening we went into the city to meet my friend from school who just got a job and moved to Stockholm and I hadn’t seen him since graduation in June. To be honest it was quite sentimental, we used to see each other at least five days a week for three years and now we hadn’t seen each other for almost three months. I went on that four and a half hour long train ride home again with my dad and arrived home quite late yesterday.

Don’t get me wrong now, I love my family but I’m not one of those who like to come home after being away. I don't feel homesick, I don’t miss my bed after sleeping on mattresses for weeks and I don’t miss having a place for everything after living out of a suitcase. After a night at home I’m tired of it again. I want to travel, explore, sleep on mattresses and wear my clothes wrinkled from being stuffed down a suitcase.