Today I celebrate my very own 9-years of leaving abroad anniversary! And how to celebrate that in the most fashionable manner? Well, of course by being "home" in my native Sweden, haha! I’ve had a very typical, Swedish day:
6am –wakeup, jetlagged
6.30am –breakfast consisting of Swedish sour milk, oats, berries and mom’s homemade sour dough bread. Add a large coffee to that…mmm, heaven! Nothing beats a Swedish brekkie.
8.30am –off to the forest for a 7km hilly run. Gorgeous autumn day. Fresh, crisp air. Thinking to myself: “do people who live here actually know how lucky they are?!”
12pm –simple lunch: oven baked fish.
1pm –off to visit my oldest sisters who had an adorable, little baby girl one week ago! Welcome to this world, Malou!
5pm –quick catching up with a good friend
6pm –dinner: salmon cooked to perfection. I could eat myself stupid over here. (Man, I have to get myself an oven again in China!!)
Quite an ordinary day but at the same time not. It’s not every day you fall in love with a new little family member.
Nine years ago, at this exact time, I was a young and lost Swedish girl who flew to London, not knowing what to expect. Six months later, I was studying journalism in Australia. Three years and a degree later, I got my first job in Finland. The job awoke a new interest, and one year later I arrived in Shanghai, China, armed with a suitcase full of hopes and dreams.
So that's it: My (grown-up) life story (so far) in a nutshell. Looking back at it all now, I have to say that life's pretty cool.