We landed in Stockholm Arlanda at approximately 4pm in the afternoon. It was already dark and the only thing lighting up the streets were the white packed snow. There were not many people around in comparison to the bustling Munich Airport.
After eating an early dinner at Max Burger place we made our way to our new place we would come to call home. After driving for hours through the Swedish landscape which was filled with endless woods and stunning views we made it.
I had rented a temporary 2 bedroom flat and it was empty apart from a kitchen table left in the corner of the kitchen. Time has passed beyond the regular bedtime for my two sleepy daughters… … to be continued
I was born and bread in Bavaria (Germany). As a little boy I use to think of Sweden as this fascinating Viking land, far up north. I didn’t really know anything beyond what I saw depicted in those Astrid Lindgren series such as Pippi Longstocking. Some of my best childhood memories were with my grandparents (Oma & Opa), eating breakfast and watching cartoons together. My grandpa often expressed his deep love for Sweden and the fact that if he could live in any other country beside Germany, it would have been Sweden. That has always stayed with me, but I never thought I would move and live here, in best case scenario visiting Sweden seemed more realistic.
Living like a nomad
After living in England , making a move back to Germany, packing our belogings only to move away to Egypt for the second time in my life. Only to, ones again return back to Germany few months later. We were nomads to say the least, searching for sanctuary, a place where we could call home and settle down for ones. I realize now, whatever I was searching for, I had yet to find in any of those places. Don’t get me wrong, every where we moved to had many great benefits but it always seemed to be outwaited by whatever it lacked.
We moved to Sweden on the coldest And darkest month of the year. Life was nothing but easy, it’s hard not to be enthusiastic when you have children who are happy and content with whatever situation they might be in. With that, our journey to settle down in Sweden began.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only person who contemplates the idea of moving to a warm country every year as summer comes to an end. This thought has been a reacuring scenario in the past decade of my life.
As summer comes to an end I feel a part of the warmt in our personality goes with it. The icy cold weather and the darkness bring out the sadness hidden deep in our soul to the surface, making us into zombies in battle to survive the cold and darkness that shackle us to melancholy.
If you live as up north as me (Scandinavia) creating cosy moments in everyday situation will be the strategy or distraction to get you through the darkness winter covers us with. The Danish call this hygge which means creating an atmosphere of wellness, contentment and cosyness in everyday situation.
The Swedes have mastered this, and I have become accustomed to it now, and I wonder how I ever survived any winter without fika or just creating cosy moments.