closing doors.

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i have been absorbed by mine and others diploma projects / master theses. 
busy weeks, nerves, friends, doubts, cheering, disappointments, flowers, parties, emotions.
and finally i am an architect, who has decided to slow down for a little while.

ålandspannkaka.

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soap and livelongs.

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to have a wash and a primitive breakfast under a cloudy morning sky. 

one week to go.

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one week to go until i'll present my master thesis.
my nerves are on the outside and i get far too little sleep.

i'm doing my best to keep my thoughts somewhere else, but it's hard.
i dream of the past and the future and the past again, longing for this week to be over.
here are some dear memories from a hard summer.
five girls on bikes in åland.

åland with the decorated midsummer poles, the cardamom pancake and jam of prunes.
åland with the strawberries in the verges, the small kiosks and the mythical black bread.
åland with the red dirt roads, the kohlrabi and the very friendly people. 

two months of albin.

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my brother has stayed with us for almost two months. 
two days ago he went back to his studies in southern sweden.
i will miss him cooking eggs before i wake up,
playing that morning music, 
and those small chats late at night.

autumn food.

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mushrooms found by a summer house that we share with two friends.
we started renting it after summer, on a small wooded island outside stockholm.
sadly we have only been there once since september. 
i look forward to a less busy spring with walks, rocks and salty waves.

littleville.

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två minuter från vår tunnelbanestation ligger en gömd by.
där når vägskyltarna inte högre än till midjan,
och husen är mindre än äppelträden.
när den första riktiga snön kom var det djuren som begav sig hit.
och sen kom någon enstaka skottare och röjde framför dörren sin.
pulkabarnen tog sats uppifrån dansbanan,
skatorna flockades kring glömda sommarfrukter.

there is a hidden village two minutes from our subway station.
there the road signs don't reach higher than to the waist, 
and the houses are smaller than the apple trees.
the animals came here when the first snow fell.
then a solitary shoveler, clearing the path to his front door.
the sledding kids took kit from the dance pavillion,
the magpies flocked around forgotten summer fruits.

for real.

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nu har vi bott här i ett halvt år.
det känns som vårt första riktiga hem.
förut har vi alltid vetat att vi snart skulle vara på väg, nu vet vi inte det.
och nu längtar jag ingen annanstans.
längtar snarare hit alla er som inte är här.

we have lived here for half a year now. 
it feels like our first real home. 
we always knew that our previous homes were temporary, now we don't know that. 
and we have no plans of leaving. 
i rather wish that everyone would come here as well.

sundborn.

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som ett stiligt lapptäcke. karin och carl larssons hus.

as a patchwork. home of karin and carl larsson.

something borrowed.

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finaste dalastugan i skärsjö. tack snälla familjen palmér.

the prettiest hut in dalecarlia. warm thanks to the palmér family.