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This is not your chic travelling blog XXX

[20:10:07] mindy: LOL your blog
[20:10:29] mindy: AHHAHA
[20:10:34] mindy: oh it makes me chuckle
[20:11:17] johanna: 🙂
[20:11:44] johanna: I think my friends were expecting some chiq travel blog
[20:11:51] johanna: boy were they wrong

Yes, I’m moving to London on Saturday, but trust me, there won’t be any fashion selfies of me in front of a shop in Seven Dials (love that place though) or of my extremely healthy food at a extremely chic restaurant. No, I don’t completely understand what “chic” means, but I have a growing dislike for the word and will do whatever I can to distance myself from it.

I’m very Bernard Black that way and I imagine he would agree with me on this (of course, he would view blogging as a tremendous waste of time in the first place…). As for traveling blogs? You won’t even know that I ever leave the house…! Just kidding, I’m just not much for documenting everywhere I go to. When I went to Kenya on exchange studies last summer I didn’t pack my camera because I felt like the urge to photograph everything makes me not “be in the moment” and not appreciate what I see completely. I’ve never done Instagram but I have a feeling that some people just do or eat things so they can post a cool photo of it, and that’s kind of tragic.

And the XXX in the title are kisses. Or hugs? It’s most definitely not a reference to porn parody titles. *clutches my pearls in horror* Although if someone was to make a sexy parody of chic traveling blogs, I might have to ask my resident boything to cut out the sex parts for me so I can watch it for the hilariously bad puns and cheesy acting.

PS: One of the tag suggestions that WordPress came up with for this entry is “blog”. Really?

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Yesterday was my last day at my summer job. I worked for 9 weeks straight, showed up on an average 10 minutes before my shift started, worked double shifts occasionally, often worked overtime and never requested to be compensated, covered other people’s shifts when they couldn’t work their days, never took any sick days and the only time I took a day off was when my mum was in the hospital. I offered to help out with coworker’s workload when they were stressed and I spent time on my spare time putting together an aid for one of the residents I worked with. I guess what matters in the end is if the residents I worked with thought I did a good job when working with them, which I think they did (at least a lot of them were very appreciative).

I never thought I would grow up to be someone who cared about work ethics.

But work is over and as I was biking home through the rain yesterday, it gradually hit me. The only thing that was keeping me in Sweden is gone. I could leave to London today, I have no obligations here anymore (although it would be silly to do so, as Tom is visiting in a week’s time). I have very little money and I have no idea what kind of jobs I can hope to get (if any) but like a wise old lady said at work, “The time is now”. Stockholm doesn’t offer me much anymore. I spent years in Linköping longing to get ‘home’ to Stockholm once I was done with my education and I don’t know why.  I think gradually I developed closer friendships at university and found someone I could really trust and share everything and at the same time became jaded and cynical about everyone left in Stockholm. It’s like I was seeing my life there through rose colored glasses and then someone punched me in the face. I want to and will live in Stockholm eventually, I like the city and I like being near (most) of my family, but if I do end up here permanently I will wipe the slate clean, make new friends, find new hobbies and live in another flat. Life is too short to keep doing the same thing, living in the same place and hanging out with the same people, not because you enjoy it but because of tradition and fear.

I need a break from Sweden for a while.  For once in a long while I like that my immediate future is unpredictable. Circumstances could be better but they might never be better. The time is now (or at least in 2-3 weeks 😉 ).

Home is where I rest my head

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Odd vice

An odd fact about me (at 5:40am because I’m heading to work): I like to disinfect things. I’m not ocd about it, I don’t feel anxiety if I don’t disinfect things. I just really enjoy disinfecting stuff. It’s the smell and the idea that you’re nuking away germs that appeals to me.

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I got…

I got pee on me 😦


Catch-up Ketchup

Oups, haven’t posted in quite some time! I have an entire post drafted but due to an unpleasant cold I haven’t had the energy to do the editing.

Here’s a brief summary on what has happened since my last post:

* I graduated

* The day after I graduated I flew to Oxford to be with my LDR-boyfriend for a week.

* The day after I flew back from Oxford, and got home in the late evening, I started my new summer job.

* Aaand after my first week at the new job, I caught a cold and here we are.

So I guess the lack of posts make sense. But I’m now in Stockholm for a couple of months. I’m staying in my younger sister’s flat, where I’ve been alone for the last week but is joined today by my older sister who is coming to stay. I prefer company,- it’s a big flat and I get bored and lonely all by myself.

Here are some photos from the last few weeks:

The class graduating, me posing with the graduation scroll (which was more of a prop than anything because the university is still processing the degree diplomas):

jag klassen

Tom and me in Oxford, with Fat-Betty Three-toes, a stuffed sloth toy I got as a graduation gift. Smoose, a stuffed moose toy, is hiding in the right corner.


The view from the flat in Stockholm during the evenings. Lovely!



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We presented our thesis today! It went pretty well. Very well, at least in comparison to how I expected it to go (then again I’m a worst scenario-kind of person and more or less expected the teacher to tear us apart while ripping the thesis to pieces and setting it on fire, so most scenarios end up being good in comparison). I’ve been celebrating by buying a pizza and drinking left-over wine. Yum.

That means there’s only a couple of changes in the thesis that is standing between me and my license as an SLP. Crazy! I’m practically done! Wow. It’s been a weird journey, but so worth it, not just for the education but because of all the personal growth that came along with moving away from home and to a different city.

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