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Seeker Lover Dreamer

And that’s a wrap.

As of this morning, I’m officially on a break.

A pause; a slight pause, before the next symphony begins.

The MacBook Air has been put away and will be enjoying a lot of Air for a while.

I have to say, featured on my Instagram/Facebook are all the beautiful moments of our life, captured atonements of my time in Sweden. But BETWEEN each image of the highlights that appear, are all the moments that add up to my actual life. There is a lot that is not shown. There is a cost to extreme beauty, just ask my husband. He’s used to it. HA!


Ups and downs, round and round. These last few months/years have been tough. We have both worked, incredibly hard, for everything, so we could set up our new life.

And now, the universe has stepped in. And told me to stop. Just stop.

A lot of people have been asking me what will be my next step. To be honest, I haven’t had time to think about it. These last few weeks I’ve been working round the clock, under supreme stress; working with my boss who is trying to future proof his business so it can out live him. The Swede has had a lot of night shifts. Our base form of communication has been emoijs.

I haven’t had time to think.

Today, I finished up at 9.30am and by 10am I was at a specialist appointment with Miss 5. I ate ice-cream for lunch and had a cup of tea. This sparked immense joy.

I’ve hung out the laundry and am about to take out the recycling, then pick up the 3 kids from two different schools. For dinner, I’m hoping that the Swede can pull some magic out of the air, or knock up something from the veggie box that’s arrived on our doorstep, because the cupboards are bare my friends, bare. Tomorrow at 5.30am, TSH will be going to America for a week. For work.

And, I’m not sure why, but somewhere along the lines of this week of sick children, extreme over-time, nightshift and an up and coming USA trip, we decided that it would be an AWESOME time to drag out 22 boxes from our basement, and put up gifted shelving. Our plans were to unpack the boxes and get totally organised, and put everything back. That plan was AWESOME apart from the putting everything back.

My actual office this week, no wonder it closed.


So now, I really feel… it’s time to be just me.


Here I am today. Just me.

A wife. A mother. Seeker. Lover. Dreamer…

Why not?

We've never owned a property, only apartments, so we have no experience WHAT SO EVER in any of these important issues and me in particular, have never shown any interest in anything other in home ownership, other than candles and organic linen in the shade of Marigold.

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Who could it be? TSH was working nights so it was just me with the girls. I opened the door and found myself face-to-face with Bosse, the tall Swede. He explained to me that he was the local fish van man.

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Boxes of Wonder

Prior to leaving for the trip, I had given STRICT instructions, that he was to get rid of most of it; sell, donate, give away, just get rid of it. When he arrived in Stockholm, I kept giving him the same instructions, 'just get rid of it'.

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Moving to Sweden

Five suitcases with 130 kg's of luggage, 3 car seats, 6 carry-ons, a double pram, a teddy bear, a unicorn and 'Pigga'. Everyone at the airport was super friendly and efficient and we were done and dusted through security at 3 hours before departure. We arrived at the AMEX lounge at 2.59 minutes before departure.

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