Happy New Year!

Happy New Year, loved ones! Once again I have been really lousy with updating this blog but there is so much going on here in Stockholm. Today is the last day of 2011 which I am gonna celebrate with a wonderful dinner with my best friends and then a big ass party in a friends house. I am so excited that I can't sit down so sitting down and writing this entry is a hard thing to do, believe me. Now I just have to still fit in my sequin dress and get my party-mood on, then I'm ready to say goodbye to this years with a glass of pink champagne in my hand.

Ps. I recently started a blog in swedish with my wonderful friend Ellie, if you want to read it you can find it here and you can use google translate to understand what it says!

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas lovely ones! Here in Sweden we lack snow but we don't lack the christmas spirit, at least my family doesn't. It's one hour left until all my relatives get here for the traditional christmas meal and for opening presents (I AM SO EXCITED, LIKE A THREE YEAR OLD KID THAT BELIEVES IN SANTA). Have a wonderful day and for my wonderful ones in Scotland/England/Other country I wish you a merry christmas tomorrow since you celebrate on the 25th. Also I have to say that I am sorry for being so lousy with updating this blog but there is so much to do here in Stockholm, I'll try to be better. Love!

Midnight in Stockholm

I'm so incredibly happy right now because I've got the most wonderful boy lying beside me in my bed. Just wanted to tell you. Goodnight.

Goodbye Aberdeen, Hello Stockholm

I was too excited to be back in Stockholm so today I overbooked and did tons of things. I met up with my favorite boys, Philip for brunch and Ludvig (picture) for coffee, then I went back home to be with my family and after that I went into town with my mum and did some shopping. It felt wonderful to walk down Biblioteksgatan again, walk through Stureplan and fall in love with Marc by Marc Jacobs bags at Nordiska Kompaniet. I'm so completely in love with this city that it is crazy, finally I feel the need to grab my camera and take photos but as I am probably the dumbest person in the world I forgot my 450D in Scotland. Oh, and by the way I saw Fredrik Reinfeldt, one of my role models and the prime minister of Sweden, today and could hardly breathe even thought I've seen him before. I've been gone too long from Stockholm...

This is a story of boy meets girl

Tonight I realized how much I love 500 Days of Summer. I love absolutely everything about it from the way it's filmed to how it expresses feelings so wonderfully with showing tiny fragments of memories that other film's rarely care about. Last but not least the soundtrack is so perfectly put together. As you notice I'm in love with every inch of this film and watching it with my dear friend Baylee only made it even more lovely because as I came with my comments she came with her comments and it all were mixed up in a perfect blend. That we drank hot chocolate and ate clementines might be an explanation to this walking-above-the-clouds feeling I have right now. I feel happy, even content, with my life right now. Everything is as I want it to be and that is beautiful.

Feels like Home

Even if I'm four hours by plane from Sweden I can still have a little taste of my native country because of this wonderful drink, Kopparberg swedish pear cider. With every little sip it feels like I'm thrown back a couple of years because this drink may have been the first alcoholic beverage I tasted without my parents knowledge (yes, mom & dad, now you know, I drank cider instead of vodka). As you can see I'm dressed in white and with white make-up. I'm gonna be Snow tonight at a LawSoc Christmas Pub Crawl. Promise to post photos of the craziness that me and Eilidh's gonna create for our crazy night.

You are my Only One

Sometimes it hits me how much I miss you, like a piece is missing, because how could I possibly be whole when you are on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, how can anyone believe that I am whole without you? It is insane how a person can be so much a part of you that you don't know where you end and where he begin, to be so close that you know everything about each other. To love someone so much that you get paranoid that something will happen and everything will fall apart. I can't wait until I get to see your face again, kiss your lips and have your arm around my waist. Whisper words in your ear that is only for you. I can't wait to hear you tell me that I am your only one.

A shout out to my Blair

Hi Blair, I know I have been lousy when it comes to skype-sessions and updates about life but as you probably know I still have that soft spot for you and the need to tell you everything that happens in my mind. I just read the little book you gave me when I turned 19, the book of our love and how we met and what you hoped for our future. I read "Skype-calls at least once a week" and tears welled up in my eyes, and at that exact moment I figured out how much I miss you, it was like someone stabbed my heart actually and turned the knife around. 

Do you remember when we danced in the clubs of Stureplan, when I wanted to be a Blair-bitch and somehow crush the guy that was such a dick to you? I remember everything, every little bit of it all. It's like when I close my eyes I see everything clearly, I see us and I see how much fun we had. Remember New Years Eve on the floor in the bathroom? We talked for hours that night. We were so close, you were somewhere at that place where my heart is, and you still are. This is my declaration of love to you, if you haven't figured that out yet.

You are brilliant, your smile is radiant, you have the kindest of hearts and you are never afraid to speak your mind. You know when to put down your foot and you know when to grab my hand and say "Let's go talk" because you know that something is not right. You are terrific. Never forget that.

I miss your laughter, your wise words when my head&heart turns inside out and nothing works, I miss holding your hand and finding our way around the dance floor and dancing until our feet hurts because of our high heels, I miss pretty much everything and I can't believe that I've been able to turn off my feelings as I have been doing since I got here because I have been so afraid of missing people but hey, here I am at 01:02 in the middle of the night and it hurts, Blair, it hurts like hell because I miss you and I miss us. I pray to God that you want to move to Aberdeen next year and I know that you will get in. I love you and I want to spend as much time as possible with you when I come home again.

Love,

Serena

Stockholm is my lover

pictures taken in Stockholm, Sweden, during different years and different seasons.

15 days left until I go back to Stockholm, Sweden, and I don't know if I'm supposed to be happy or sad because at the same time as I wanna go home and meet everyone that have a special place behind my ribcage I want to stay here in Aberdeen with all the beautiful smiles I've met here.

I can't imagine how it's gonna be back in Stockholm, if it will feel like all the missing pieces falls back to place, like finding those pieces of the endless puzzle that you've been searching for for days or even months. I can't wait until I get to walk down Biblioteksgatan and go to NK and eat a cinnamon roll with my mother, dance until my feet aches from too high heels at one of the clubs near Stureplan and run down a street with the ones I love the most and scream of joy and happiness.

Sometimes I miss Stockholm so much it hurts. The small vintage stores with ancient Chanel-bags at Östermalm or the guys with the back-combed hair at Sturegallerian that walks around like they own the world thought they probably are pretty alone. I miss walking down Surbrunnsgatan and knowing that I will see Edward in 5 minutes because he lives so close and I miss to take the subway to Danderyd and lie on a bed, in a room that looks so girly and edgy that there are no words, and talking to the girl that knows every little piece of me.

But at the same time as I miss Stockholm I never wanna leave these grey houses and the people that greets you with a smile or maybe a drink in hand. I find that I actually like it here, not the same way as I am hopelessly in love with Stockholm, but as in the way of a dear friend. Aberdeen is my friend while Stockholm is my lover and I would actually like to keep it that way.