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.