MY SO-CALLED LIFE IN STOCKHOLM

Stockholm

stockholm

Stockholm

I’m absolutely smitten with Stockholm. It’s the first place we’ve been so far where Jack and I have thought we could seamlessly make a move and it would work. Easily. We’d probably even buy property in the form of a boat.

We would live in the area of Sodermalm, for sure, in a cute 2 bedroom flat as close to Götgatan Street as possible. I would get my morning coffee and fresh bread for breakfast from the gorgeous bakery called Fabrique. I would do (some of)(due to $$$) my food shopping at Nytorget Urban Deli in the super hip and up-and-coming area of SOFO, where I multitask by also visiting some trendy vintage and second hand stores.

I would stomp my way through the cobblestone laneways of Gamla Stan, The Old Town, to get a hot-chocolate from Chokladkoppen. I would actually stop by there all the time, just because.

We would go to the movies at the small and charming Victoria Theatre. It would take me some time to learn Swedish but they don’t dub their movies here so only knowing how to speak english wouldn’t be a problem.

I would make Jack swedish meatballs from Meatballs for The People on the regular. Sometimes Jack will surprise me and take me out to eat there instead. He’d probably give me a bouquet of ranunculus on that day too, because they are my new favorite flower and he somehow knew that.

Running around Djurgarden, the first National City Park, would be a given. Duh!

I would adopt the Swedish tradition of having fika, a completely acceptable coffee (and pastry) break around 4pm. I like this a lot. Like, a lot, a lot.

When my parents come to visit I would take them to a fancy-ish restaurant on the water, like, Angbatsbryggan Restaurang where the food is actually outstanding. Then we would stop by the Vasa Museum so I could impress them with the guided tour routine I would have been working on (It will be in Swedish – headphones with english audio would be provided at no charge).

Weekends would be spent at 7 Snickarbacken reading, writing and daydreaming, but I would behave myself when I stop by the perfectly curated shop at the back. I don’t really need an $80 beanie even though it fits my (slightly larger than normal) head perfectly. Or I do?

Semla season would come around and I would rejoice with the rest of Sweden. I would split one – no, I would enjoy an entire one on my own with a filtered coffee from Gunnarssons Cafe. Every day. Cue the importance of running.

I would become a member of Fotografiska, a photography museum with a killer restaurant inside. I would visit whenever there is a new exhibition or when I’m in need of some inspiration. I would probably have a beer, preferably Sleepy Bulldog on tap, at the bar and enjoy the fantastic view of Gamla Stan.

A hobby of mine would be to find new things to do every week and add them to my “I Would” list.

We were only in Stockholm for a 5 days so I know we barely skimmed the surface, but it seems like life in Stockholm would be bordering on perfect. If you don’t believe me, watch this. 

You know what they say… if something seems like it would be perfect, then it probably is and you should move to Sweden straight away.

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

Stockholm

 

 

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