I’m home. The place where my heart is and where I feel the most sane. My breathing hole. I’ve never been one for feeling “home sick” but for some reason (and I’m sure it has absolutely nothing to do with age..) it gets harder and harder to leave this place. 13 years since I had my feet permanently placed on her soil.I’ve talked about Motherships before (read IKEA). Work wise though, this is mine. This is where it all began (almost) 23 years ago. It’s the source behind my restlessness, my world explorations, my appreciation of many things Swedish and the love for my work. We’ve had our ups and downs but in the end, we’ve experienced so much together it’s hard to distinguish us apart.
Stockholm is a place for walking. Put on some comfortable shoes and get going… I had a meeting in Old Town yesterday morning. Just look at this.. I’ll challenge anyone who says this is not one of the most beautiful capitals of the world.
It’s been an intense couple of days with meetings, family time and dinner with friends. Of insights and valuable discussions on a variety of topics. And it has also given me some clarity of what’s needed ahead in order for me to manage the massive challenge lying ahead. But that’s a story for next time. For now, I’ll leave you with The Gingerbread House. Now who can spot the (perhaps) familiar character they’ve added to the display..?
Love from the always beautiful Stockholm. ❤️