It’s November and the day is 8 hours and 27 minutes long in Stockholm. It hasn’t even started snowing yet. The sun is tempting me outside with what feels like its last few rays before hibernation. And soon I will again live in a silent world of white and cold. And there will be ice on the roads FOR MONTHS. People say you get used to it, that I as a Swede should be able to handle that slippery death trap. People are assholes. 

Every day I step outside and the street is not white from frost is a day of joy. This year I have spent my most sickening amount of money yet on a pair of boots promising me grip. We all know it’s a lie. 

So sorry about the delay this week, my mind is clearly otherwise occupied by impending doom. 

Here is a playlist to distract me made up of songs we listened to when we drove around Puerto Rico in the sunshine for a week.