Swedes of our Labour
I just arrived in london from Stockholm where i spent the weekend with friend Jo.
I thought Stockholm was sublime. It was clean, inviting, fun, relaxing, not crowded, and consumer overfriendly. Sweden, where the shopping is better, the fashion is better, the style of living is better, the design is functional and funkier, the food is better, the service is better, and the men are hotter. I love Scandinavian countries. I think that in a past life, and i honestly do believe in past lives, i lived somewhere in this area. The atmosphere for me is instantly inviting. I feel at home when i go there.
It is not inexpensive, but you get so much more when you spend a krona (ok, many krona). People were so... nice. they talked to you in the shops, give you quick lessons in the coin system, ask you about where you are from and decode the swedish menu on the chalk board without a sneer. We didn't meet any men, but i really wish we had. The word Yum kept falling out of my mouth. The men were so lovely: fit, athletic physiques that did not shout i spend all my time drinking beer at the pub. Unfortunately, there was no shortage of too tight jeans, and a trend toward the nuovo-retro-viking look, but we can slowly and subtley change that.
when i have left a scandinavian country, i have always thought, how could i get a job that would allow me to move here? there is a warmth and cleanliness that the cities seem to be enveloped in. and that reminds me, that although i like life in London, and am very happy here, more so that i can remember being, well, ever; most of that is also about being outside the US. I think too far in the future and cause myself anxiety, a habit i must abolish, and think about what i am going to do when my work permit is finished. which is 3 years. not exactly last call. although in terms of wanting to do this job for 3 more years, Munch's the scream flashes through my mind.
London is a great breeding ground of experiences that have allowed me to grow into the person i felt i could be if given a certain stage. But other places could be the same end result, but with a different, less hectic, more healthy lifestyle? My parents would be quick to point out that Texas would do that trick. But i have a mental block on living back in the states right now, but for an opportunity in NYC should a fabulous job ever present itself.
London, where my social life is better, my work life is better, my exposure to culture is better, my travel log is better, my friends are better (with exceptions, you know who you are, but i am thinking of my multiple pschyo ex-friends), my cultural life is better, and my sex life just the same (nil). I guess i am glad to be back, despite the unstockholmian aloofnes and dirt.
I thought Stockholm was sublime. It was clean, inviting, fun, relaxing, not crowded, and consumer overfriendly. Sweden, where the shopping is better, the fashion is better, the style of living is better, the design is functional and funkier, the food is better, the service is better, and the men are hotter. I love Scandinavian countries. I think that in a past life, and i honestly do believe in past lives, i lived somewhere in this area. The atmosphere for me is instantly inviting. I feel at home when i go there.
It is not inexpensive, but you get so much more when you spend a krona (ok, many krona). People were so... nice. they talked to you in the shops, give you quick lessons in the coin system, ask you about where you are from and decode the swedish menu on the chalk board without a sneer. We didn't meet any men, but i really wish we had. The word Yum kept falling out of my mouth. The men were so lovely: fit, athletic physiques that did not shout i spend all my time drinking beer at the pub. Unfortunately, there was no shortage of too tight jeans, and a trend toward the nuovo-retro-viking look, but we can slowly and subtley change that.
when i have left a scandinavian country, i have always thought, how could i get a job that would allow me to move here? there is a warmth and cleanliness that the cities seem to be enveloped in. and that reminds me, that although i like life in London, and am very happy here, more so that i can remember being, well, ever; most of that is also about being outside the US. I think too far in the future and cause myself anxiety, a habit i must abolish, and think about what i am going to do when my work permit is finished. which is 3 years. not exactly last call. although in terms of wanting to do this job for 3 more years, Munch's the scream flashes through my mind.
London is a great breeding ground of experiences that have allowed me to grow into the person i felt i could be if given a certain stage. But other places could be the same end result, but with a different, less hectic, more healthy lifestyle? My parents would be quick to point out that Texas would do that trick. But i have a mental block on living back in the states right now, but for an opportunity in NYC should a fabulous job ever present itself.
London, where my social life is better, my work life is better, my exposure to culture is better, my travel log is better, my friends are better (with exceptions, you know who you are, but i am thinking of my multiple pschyo ex-friends), my cultural life is better, and my sex life just the same (nil). I guess i am glad to be back, despite the unstockholmian aloofnes and dirt.
posted by miss goLondon at 2:29 PM
3 Comments:
Welcome back!
I've never been to Stockholm but have a feeling I'd end up falling in love with the place, the people, the culture and never quite being satisfied unless I had experienced everything I could!
I want to go to Sweden when my Swedish friend is back there otherwise she lives here.
I probably would see her more if I visited her in Sweden than when she lives here in London.
it really rocks, i highly recommend. LMM, cant wait to hear how the Fireman is doing for you! hopefully, doing you well : )
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