As a Swede there are times when you visit other places, the Mediterranean for example, and you sit in afternoon sun and eat beautiful food and swim a bit and a feeling hits you; we’re doing it all wrong back home. We’re trying to make something work that really, deep down, just isn’t really ever going to be as nice as life perhaps could be. Then we go back home and work hard and make sure everything is in order and try to think of clever things and fall and winter arrives and we hibernate and forget. On repeat. 🤷♂️
