Here I ended up, in Stockholm.
To make myself feel like home in this flat that's going to be my home at least til the midsummer, I'm not going to make pancakes but the thin versions of them, those that Moomies make.
I'm also planing to became the weird lady at the window, since there's a small train station right below my window/balcony, and the best way to spend this life so far seems to be sitting on a windowsill making sandwiches and watching people coming and going.This weekend we're going to blow up the nonexistent street art culture here by printing kar-hu shirts in the streets.
p.s. My fridge is full of food.