Thoughts, stories and ideas.
It’s funny what you miss about a place. I moved from Sweden to Australia 20 years ago. As somebody in my early 20’s I didn’t think too much about it, I didn’t know that I’d end up moving overseas permanently. It was an adventure with
‘Dad, what’s that?’ my son says as he reaches across my work desk to grab the desk phone. I look at him somewhat confused and ask him what he means. ‘What’s that black thing on your desk’. Suddenly I feel old, very old. ‘It’s a phone, like
I have a bad habit. One that involves grabbing whatever keys are the closest as I go to the shop, take the rubbish out or go for a walk. I figure that if my keys are still in the apartment, it doesn’t matter. A key is a key. My
