Sometimes the best place to travel is simply just home, even for a restless soul like me. After a great but hectic summer spent in Malaysia, Japan, Norway, Sweden and also Russia including a climb to the top of the highest mountain in Europe, Elbrus 5 642, it feels amazing being home for a couple of days. The next 365 days will probably be filled with adventure from sunrise to midnight. Therefore, I feel doing nothing is the perfect activity these last days home.
Home for me is a very special place. It’s not only a place where I have my mom, memories and a safe haven to go whenever I need, but it’s also a big part of my identity and a contributor to the person I am today. I grew up on a farm in the pretty remote country side of Sweden. No paved roads, surrounded by beautiful meadows, cows and a lawn as big as a soccer field. Sounds idyllic, doesn’t it? In many ways it was, but it was also challenging in many ways. It’s not always rainbows and butterflies, but also a lot of hard work and commitment. A farm doesn’t run by itself, and I learned this at young age. With a little perspective on things, I now know that most things sort out good in the end – but not by itself. Growing up like this definitely made a stamp in my personality and I still often remind myself that it’s never crowded on the extra mile.
Today I’m very grateful for growing up here and could not think of a better home sweet home. Also very grateful spending these days here with my family and participating in my one of my best friends wedding. They now start a new chapter and journey in life, and I wish them the best of luck and happiness in life.
Early tomorrow, I leave for my second home, Norway, and on Tuesday the 6th of September before the sun has even risen, I’m on a flight to South America and Quito, the capital of Ecuador. In approximately one year, hopefully I’m back here where my story begins. Talking to my beloved mother at the kitchen table