Sweden-and-everything-and-everyone-in-it pangs are hitting me really hard this time of year. How I long to disappear in those forests in these stressful times- reach out to the trees and hear the real sounds and feel the real feels-know deep down that I belong where I am- know that all things that come to pass will be worthwhile somehow. Please carry me home soon, min lilla tomte.
i wonder to myself often "why did i ever leave?"
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