The ubiquitous and equally mysterious authority that we commonly refer to as “they” claim everything bad brings something good with it, and generally I'm with them. But then there are times when the positive effects of a situation are so hard to spot that one almost loses faith in the adage, and not surprisingly my deportation - still fresh in my memory - springs to mind as the perfect example of such occasion. It was pretty damn hard to grasp just how that particular personal catastrophe would turn out to be beneficial to me. However, even during that now famous border [View Full Entry]

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My stay in Oslo was absolutely lovely, and the quiet, easy life with my brother served as a perfect hiatus from everything that’s been going on in my life since that tragic day at the Sydney Airport. Now I’m back in Malmoe again, mourning that the blissful existence with my brother didn’t last a bit longer. My days were beautiful in their simplicity; a morning walk in the Vigelands-park, both mind-cleansing and inspiring, and for the rest of the day I wrote, baked delicious bread, did laundry and cooked dinner for Christian and myself. I was one apron short of the [View Full Entry]

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I’ve really, really missed writing this blog. Really. Recap of the last 4-5 months: Back in March, when I had to return to Sweden for a month because my Australian Work Visa ran out, Life asked me to rethink my home country as a possible habitat. Considering how things turned out, that’s quite ironic. Or brutal, depending on how you see it. To convince me moving back home would be fabulous, Life threw the most compelling argument she had at me; Scandinavian sunshine. To an outsider it might be hard (if at all possible) to understand how extraordinary this is, [View Full Entry]

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During my first week in Sweden I fell into a mild case of depression, mostly caused by a visa situation that looked bleak, to say the least. The notion of being unable to return to Sydney like planned caused 10 sleepless nights, and when I finally got word that I had been granted some additional time in the Land of Laidback-ness, I could barely contain my elation. ‘Giddy’ is the best word to describe my immediate reaction, and I’m forever grateful no one was around to witness me clench my fists and utter unintelligible nonsense in a fit of joy. After [View Full Entry]

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Due to perfectly crisp and sunny spring weather in Flagstaff while Santa Cruz suffered overcast and rain for several days in a row, I extended my Arizona days a fair bit. I had intended to spend only one night in Flag (my backpack with one change of clothes confirming this original idea), which would be just enough time to collect my stuff and turn around, but by the time I eventually left it had been 10 days. By now I had secured my spot in the house as an ever welcomed guest by making a Swedish pancake breakkie for everyone, and [View Full Entry]

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Michelle said she’d lend me her bike while I’m in Santa Cruz, but I’d have to fix the flat first, so on the first Monday after my arrival I took it down to the Bike Church. However, Monday was also President’s Day, and on the door was a note that read: “Due to Lance Armstrong’s ongoing relationship with Ashley Olsen the Bike Church will not be open today. Oh also, it’s President’s Day! :) “ This President is one I’m happy to celebrate, and the lovely volunteers at the Bike Church gave me a good chuckle along with the bad [View Full Entry]

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On Jan 31 I walk up to the Qantas check-in counter with one large and one small backpack. The woman behind the counter has long, blonde hair and clumpy mascara, and judging from the way she greets me I’m guessing she’s had a long day already. She prompts me for my passport, and when I hand it to her she flips through it hastily and asks me where the documentation for my flight out of the States is. My brain goes numb and I feel a bit of panic setting in. “I beg your pardon?” She repeats that she needs to [View Full Entry]

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I’m fully aware it’s been quite a while since I last wrote here, and my defense is almost as bad as my transgression; I got distracted, and the distraction was yet another tall, dark, handsome Aries. Please forgive me. Men can be so very time-consuming when you’re kind of sort of seeing them. I don’t mean ‘seeing’ as in perceiving them via vision, but as in dating, a phenomenon I’ve been strictly opposed to getting myself involved in ever since setting foot on the Australian continent, and one I’m finally admitting failure to circumventing. Oh [View Full Entry]

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The buzz about the Newtown festival could be heard around town weeks before it actually took place, and the rave about it was no false advertisement; it was indeed a great festival. I went with Dave as always, a privilege I'm still enjoying purely because he’s not dating the French-Italian girl yet, but once he does I’ll lose my platonic boyfriend forever. Selfishly I’m hoping they’ll never become a couple, but let’s keep that between you and me. After the festival Dave and I went to Courty’s for a few. Dave took off home once he was done whipping my ass [View Full Entry]

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Having always been a wholesome, healthy chica, it’s somewhat alarming to realize that I’ve caught a harsh and malevolent cold for the third time in a rather short period; 6 months to be exact. I usually don’t get sick more than once or twice a year, if even, but since working at the coffee shop I seem utterly susceptible to whatever wicked bug is floating around in the warm Sydney air. I felt a bit crook already by Wednesday two weeks ago, but since mid-week equals b-ball there was no way I was going to listen to my body and act [View Full Entry]

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