Of topic in Sweden.

This week has been spent in Sweden.

Meeting up with friends, drinking beer and to much coffee, shopping in my own waredrob, playing with the nieces, reading and coming home to mum and dads in small town Trosa, about 100km south of Stockholm by the Baltic sea. The city I'm born and rised in the house I lived in for over 10 years.

Mostly I've been hanging out and getting the update on friends over a coffee or a beer Stockholm and chilling at mum and dads.

I picked up my nieces at kindergarten was so much fun Tove, four years, screamed out "My Jenny is here!" after she ran to me and gave me a big hug. Sofia, two years, kissed me and hugged me, not wanting to let go. We played in the playground on our way home. They told me about kindergarten and other things as we where swinging in the swing set.

We went home and watched "Cars 2" and they told me which cars where good and bad and the names of them. We played until sister came home and then we cooked and put the children to bed, me reading good night stories and holding Sofia's hand until she fell asleep.

I missed them so much since I've been gone, not being able to pick them up from kindergarten or just coming over to play for a couple of hours. Something I used to do quite often.

Being home in mum and dads house, cooking with dad, reading, laughing with brother little (I love that guy so much it not even possible to put into words) and having a nice time. Mostly planing for the next meal. Looking up recipes and such. Helping mummo (granmother in Finnish) move and talking Finnish. I so wish I used my Finnish more.

It's been a slow time and good. Right now (Sunday when I started to write this) I'm planing what to cook for dinner when we have guests over and I'm going to bake bread soon.

It fun to cook with my dad. He sometimes yells at me for doing stuff wrong, or in a different way and he makes me chop a lot. I told him that since I decided on a vegetarian diet that it feel like all I do is chopping and that I would like to be better at it. He made me practice.

Also being home with a fridge full of food that I can make anything of is inspiring to cook new things then I'm used to. Taking time to look up recipes and cooking luxurious veggie meals feels good.

Last night in Sweden (Monday, not counted) I spent at a big dinner at my parents with friends of the family. Brother big drove back to Stockholm and took me and brother little with him.

I went to take a beer with former roomie and good friend Anna. Brother little joined with a friend and his girlfriend. Me and Anna of course, as siblings do (Anna has known Tim, brother little, for a long time and has a lot of stories to tell) telling the girlfriend Camilla stories about Tim. How he is the person we know that has been robbed most times, how he likes to sing popular songs way to loud and the same song for months and falls from stuff and breaks legs among other things. Camilla still liked him after this so I like her. She is approved in my eyes.

Brother big, Fredrik, was at a bar close to ours so when Tim and Camilla headed home I meet up with Fredrik and his friends. We talked about opening a bar in Stockholm, which they have been wanting for years. When the bar closed me and brother went on to an other bar and talked until that bar also closed, brother buying me beer and telling stories of travels, work and other thing. I had a really nice time out and I will miss Stockholm, or at least the people there.

I had a great time being home.

After breakfast today I headed to the bus station and am now in a bus going to the south of Sweden where I will take the night train to Berlin. Home in Berlin around 06:00 tomorrow morning. My bag is full of stuff I got with me, and I'm excited to get back, seeing friends, enjoying Berlin and speaking German again.

Somewhere in the Swedish woods at this moment I'm staring out a window dreaming away.